Houses make an Adult?

I've been looking at houses today.

The only real stipulations I had in looking for a house is a smaller 2 bedroom on the eastside of the river inside the city limits. After spending all day in random parts of town, I need to whittle down where I want to live; North Portland suddenly seems to far north and anything out past 82nd suddenly feels like a suburb (even though it is still Portland that far out). The really nice parts of town have houses I can't afford. All of a sudden it seems like a good idea to live in the Concordia Neighborhood.

Jeez, I feel like a frickin' adult......(even though according to the government and the o'almighty car insurance companies/rental agencies, I am). That's all for now; too numbed by adult-ness to offer much creativity tonight.