Almost exactly last year, we were looking at a house, put in an offer, and were refused. While we were in the process, we met the neighbors. She (and the husband she was speaking for) couldn’t wait for us to move to the neighborhood. They couldn’t stand the people we whose house we were trying to buy, nor the SNOBS to the left. She seemed cool-ish, artsy-ish, my type-ish. But everything works out (or doesn’t) for a reason.
We didn’t get the house. :(
We didn’t have to pack all of our shizz. :)
We didn’t actually have to do anything but DREAM. :)
And meet with realtors, bank lenders, etc. :(
To bore you only a little longer, here is my point.
We snapped this picture today of the fence the “artsy neighbor” has between her and the “hold-out-for-a-better-price-and-live-here-forever” people.
Creepy or Cool?
I think both.
And I’m glad we didn’t get the house.
Love you for reading, and for being you…Lisa