So I was all ready to buy a house.

Well, I don't know anything about Canadian law, but here are some things that I DO know: There is no such thing as 'the perfect house'. Or rather, every house is the perfect house... until you move in. As soon as you move in you will find the things about it that you would prefer other than the way they are... not enough closets, not enough electrical outlets, not enough light, non-existent water pressure, etc., etc., etc. This is not a bad thing though, because every house you ever live in will help you further clarify your idea of an ideal living space. Just like Life, it is an on-going creation. Anytime things are not working out in a way that is pleasing to you it is an indication that you are harboring beliefs that are counter to what you are saying you want. It is of no value to fight the current, the best thing to do is to go within and find the thoughts and beliefs that are creating the resistance and change them. Everything you desire is yours for the asking, you just have to get out of the way, relax, and allow it in. OK, lectures over, now it's story time, hehehe. I once bought a house. I had no money, no job, 2 kids, 5 cats and a dog, and we were all of us camped out in the room behind my mother's garage. I was just moseying along and had no clear idea of what I wanted to do or where I wanted to go, and was just making the best of the situation I was in... until the day my mother attacked me with a meat fork. At that point it became clear to me that I needed my own space. My kids and I hopped in our car and went out house-hunting. We were looking for a place to rent but after an entire day of finding nothing that was suitable we were on our way back to my mother's house, feeling a little dejected I might add. At the last minute we noticed a road we had not been up yet. It was called 'Bee Town Road'. We all LOVED the name of the road! We turned onto it and drove up the hill, and there at the top of the hill was the most beautiful house we had seen all day! It stood there, stately and serenely blue, overlooking the rest of the neighborhood and butted up against 1000's of acres of wild, mountain forest. With a for sale sign in front of it. Man, we were so excited we could hardly contain ourselves. We called the number of the Realtor to see if we could possibly rent it with an option to buy. My heart was racing and my palms were sweating as I made the call... with my kids joyous faces shining up at me. Well, the Realtor had to contact the owner, who lived in another state, to see if he would be interested in our offer. We waited and waited for what seemed an eternity for the Realtor to get back to us with his answer. Finally the phone call came... the owner would be willing to sell us the house on a land contract!! My sister just happened to have the exact amount that I needed for a down-payment sitting in her bank without any purpose, so she fronted it to me and my kids and I moved in to our new castle. The house was furnished with antiques and a pool table, which was great since I had no furniture of my own, and I LOVE playing pool! I got a job waiting tables at the nearby 5 star resort hotel and we floated along in ecstasy for many months. This was before I had discovered that one's beliefs and expectations are the building blocks of one's reality though, and once the 'emergency' had passed (my mother, her meat fork, and my children's confidence in me and their eager expectations for our own house... all of which had caused me to 'bypass' my own negative beliefs and self-image), once that was gone, then the demon who resided inside me resurfaced and went on a 'killing spree' that lasted many years. She was terrifying, 7 ft tall at least, with filthy matted hair hanging in her face, hiding the swirling orbs of malevolence that were her eyes. She was a master of deception and lies, her power and strength was unfathomable, but oh how I fought her for control of this body and life... and she was winning, she had me pinned to the ground, demanding my submission. That was when I realized how futile resistance was. And once I stopped resisting I realized who she was and finally took responsibility for my own creations. She was the compilation of old hatred and rage masochistically turned inward on myself, and while you may not yourself be experiencing anything quite so dramatic it is nevertheless true that any battle you have ever or will ever engage in is ultimately a battle with yourself, no matter how convincing the illusion of an external 'opponent' might be. Any questions?