This One is Too Small
A couple of weeks ago, I shared my experience about selling our house and moving into a tiny apartment.
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Now we need to buy one and in order to help me find the home of our dreams, our real estate agent, Melody, signed us up for on-line notification of houses for sale.
Day after day, I sat hunched over my computer perusing hundreds of photos.
Not really sure what I wanted, I made Melody take me to dozens of viewings. We visited newer homes incorporating soaring ceilings with chrome and glass chandeliers. I walked through older homes, with one car garages and bedrooms so small I could reach out and touch both walls at the same time. We even looked at a “fixer upper” where I arrived early, only to find the owner frantically pushing gallons of water out of her garage.
After a defeating day of touring Too Big and Too Small homes, I found one that looked Just Right.
Hardwood floors? Check
Updated bathroom? Check
Room for extended stay guests? Check
“You have to make a quick decision,” Melody advised. I’d already seen several other homes disappear from the on-line system within hours.
Husband came up with the idea that we’d offer the seller significantly below asking price. They would counter, we’d counter and that process would give me several days to wrap my head around our decision.
Except that – the seller accepted our offer.
No worries. I live my life with the Doris Day philosophy of What Will Be, Will be — so I relaxed and let life happen.
Que Sera, Sera
Who am I kidding? I freaked out!
It took three weeks for us to buy our last car, and now we’d accidentally bought a house in less than 24 hours!
Husband calmly pointed out that it was a beautiful home and we’d likely be very happy there. I hired a design company to come out and tell me what a stupid thing I’d done. They loved the house. Just as I was detoxing from my adrenaline rush, and falling in love with the place, the inspection report arrived.
Now it’s back to square one.
…In order to help me find the home of our dreams, our real estate agent, Melody, signed us up for on-line notification of houses for sale. Day after day, I sit hunched over my computer perusing hundreds of photos…
I swear, I don’t know how these things happen to me.
CRAZIE TOWN 
And so “what will be….” etcetera etcetera etcetera, slowed you down instead…. ah, well. What will be… oh, you said that.
Dear Anonymous,
Love me some Doris Day!
WTF? Am I the only one who wants to know what was wrong with it??
Dear The One Who Will Not be Named,
The only way you’re going to find that out, is to have dinner with me in New York! Bwhahahaa.
It is greener over there, because those people mow, feed, poison, clip, snip, prune, water, plant, spray, water again. Once, I bought a greener-grass house, but it wasn’t greener after I moved in!
Dear DownDowney,
For one year, Husband let me hire the organic lawn company. But, two dandelions popped up (okay, maybe more) and it was back to feed, poison, water, feed, poison, water. My flower and vegetable garden were chemical free though!
I can scarcely wait to see this house!
Dear Anonymous,
Personally, I can’t wait to see any house that we might live in!
Mayor,
Thank goodness you have written down all the reasons you wanted to sell your centrally located, beautiful big house with the great trees in the wonderful neighborhood. Tell us those reasons are helping you filter the hundreds of possibilities.
Also, you don’t want extended stay guests…unless you’re writing a blog about really crazy people. Oh…I get it.
Sincerely,
One Monk
Oh, Mr. One Monk,
If only I could tell you why we sold. The reasons now escape me. Can it be true that the grass is always greener on the other side of the fence?