So the ending to my house hunt, house purchase, house fixing, house selling over the past year is that I ended up selling the house for about $250,000 more than I bought it and deducting costs put into repairs and costs of the house and commissions and stuff, and taxes I still ended up coming out pretty well ahead.
People kept asking me towards the end of the renovations/sales whether I'm going to do this again and start flipping houses on the side and I told them no fucking way. You couldn't pay me anything to go through the stress and depression and lack of having a life of this again, though I guess if you go into a purchase knowing you're going to flip it it's much less stressful and miserable than when you go in actually wanting to live there and then you've got to try to sell it and not lose a ton of money. Still, no fucking way.
So basically now I'm back where I was if I want to look for a house, but eh, I'm good for now. I'm making it through the summer in my condo with my AC and no reason to run out and deal with all the stress of a house and repairs.
Maybe I'll hit the road as a traveling nomad for a while.