Yesterday we had another showing. Not bad for a house that’s only been on the market a little over a week right? Especially in this crappy housing market. I mean, don’t worry, they’re only showings, I get it. No one’s offering to buy this place yet.
So since people were coming to look at the house, we had to leave it. Figured we would check out the potential ‘hoods out in the ‘burbs. And it was fun and new and exciting.
And did you know the ‘burbs have a Fresh Market? And Starbucks’sssss? And Banana Republic? and JCrew?? And I could keep going??
It’s as if you never have to leave the burbs again. Everything’s right there for you.
And the houses are nice. The neighborhoods are quiet, tree-lined streets. The houses have lovely yards. And the houses aren’t on top of each other.
The problem in this whole quest is that I’ve realized…we’re not rich. And we won’t be buying a beautiful colonial estate. I’m starting to think that my route to work has really warped my sense of housing reality. Unfortunately, this route is flanked by houses that look like this…
Not exactly what we’re in the market for.
Should be an interesting house hunt.
Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m off to play the lottery.