It is the end of a long, lonesome road. Tomorrow Jamila will be here and Thursday we will tour the cream of the crop houses I’ve seen. Hopefully on Friday we will be making an offer of some sort on a house since we’ve heard nothing about the short sale we tried to get in on last month.
I cannot describe the last 2 or so months except to say my browser history at work, at home, and my laptop are filled with nothing but realty links. I have ate, slept, and breathed real estate. I’ve toured lots of houses and have finally been able to narrow them down to an elite handful. Do we choose on space, investment potential, neighborhood, price, or amenities? This stuff has dominated our conversations for weeks.
I guess it’s a testament to us that there hasn’t been a single argument. We realized early on, to our mutual surprise, that we saw eye-to-eye on what we envisioned for ourselves. I love the clean looks of contemporary furnishings and appreciate the contrast between contemporary furniture and historical surroundings. I do not want a ranch home in a cookie-cutter neighborhood. It’s kind of cool that she felt the same way.
At first when I started all this, I didn’t know what I was doing. Like everything else in my life, I just jumped into the lake first and decided I’d figure out how to swim once I got in the water. So far though, it seems we’ve done a lot of things right. It’s all worked out brilliantly, even down to the fact that Jamila is showing up right at the time when I’m getting burned out.
