Today I went to an auction and bid on a house.

I only missed out by a measly two hundred thousand dollars.

As the bids kept rising, I found myself having to keep fighting the urge to put my little finger up to my lips Dr Evil-styles and shout out “One meellion dollars!”.

But then the auctioneer saw me smiling at him as I lingered on that thought, and he took that as me registering a bid, which freaked me out, because the auction was way past the point I could afford.
I shook my head and said “No”, but he took that as a sign that I wanted to bid another 10k.

But fortunately another bidder came straight in with another rise, and after that I just lowered my head and looked at the ground and sat perfectly still, too scared to do anything else.

And as it turned out, the house almost went for One meellion dollars.

!

It so wasn't worth it.

Crazy Auckland housing market.

But I had a premonition that things are going to quiet down a little later in the year. So we're going to take our two weeks off in the sun and re-evaluate things.

We can lower our expectations and not have a mortgage and still be stepping up from our last house.

Which would be cool, because being a ninja for hire frankly doesn't pay as well as you'd think.

There just doesn't seem to be that many Samurai around to fight anymore...