Why do I do this to myself?

So.

Because I was a little antsy, a little bored this evening, I decided to scope out my area's real estate listings.  And I found   this.  Yep, it needs work, no doubt about it.  BUT.  It has 5 bedrooms.  That's a lot of room.  AND.  It's in the suburb in which I grew up, which is quite possibly the safest place on the planet.  AND.  The schools are good (I should know -- I went there!).  AND.  We'd have a garage.  I've never had a garage before.  Hell, never had a driveway before.  AND.  Look at the price.  I mean, LOOK at the price.  That price right there?  If Boe and I bought that house, and rented out our current one, the rent from the one we're in now would cover both mortgage payments and then some.  I'm not afraid of sweat equity.  We could do this.  We could do this, and then we wouldn't have to move at all after I'm done with school, and we could adopt at that point without having to juggle a move in the middle of all of it. 

It's insane, I know.  But it's possible.

ETA:  Well, poop.  I re-read the description, and under Notes it reads, "Repair foundation and plumbing."  There is no way in hell I am buying a house that requires foundation work.  Oh well, another pipe dream up in smoke.