For a whole three days, guy and i thought we were in the market to buy a house here in fairfax. i searched and searched and found two good options. good = in the hills in fairfax, wood floors, character and at least 2 bathrooms.
we went and we saw. we met a realtor dude. so strange to do this after the million and a half "House Hunter" shows i've watched, imagining it to be me.
i took it very seriously. i think we both did. while i looked at intrinsic style and space, guy looked at foundations and wobbly 50' decks. we were both nervous. i walked away from conversation while guy made weird clucking noises with his mouth. he even whistled once.
the second house was pretty great. not perfect, not dreamy and awesome, but pretty great. with a pretty small price. but still too much, as we learned this morning.
looks like we'll be putting house-buying off a while. the feeling is two equal parts disappointment and relief.
with a dash of vodka.
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I remember when we were looking for a place on the peninsula we would drive down and meet the realtor, look at the best the south bay had to offer in our price range, cry, moan, succumb to despair, then drive back up to our home in the East Bay. We repeated this several times before we finally found the home we wanted to raise a child in.
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