We're never going to find a house we like, never never never never, and even if we do, the second we settle on something we'll move all our stuff in and we won't know about the horrible plumbing problems until we flush the toilet for the first time and it explodes and flying porcelain shards blow a hole in the roof and just then a thunderstorm will move through and dump nine inches of rain onto the floor which will instantly bloom with black mold and our cries of dismay will disturb the massive swarm of termites living in the attic and they will wake up and eat through the walls to reveal a nest of king cobras in the insulation* and the cobras will bite us to death and as our strength ebbs away the last thing we will hear on this earth is the television blaring a news report that the Austin housing bubble has just popped and it turns out the floor we are writhing upon in agony isn't worth the paper we signed on for it.
This is my totally reasonable fear.
*Should we be so lucky to buy a house with insulation. My god!