Balls and Walnuts
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Perfection
In a perfect world, we would rent a place for a few months, meanwhile checking out homes for sale in a leisurely fashion. But we don’t want to move twice, which means we decide things quickly, make an offer, and hope things move through escrow ASAP.
We have to find a home we’ll be happy with, of course. That’s proving difficult. The current front-runner is at the high end of our price range, but its kitchen is close to being acceptable, it has a huge master suite, and there are lots and lots of fruit trees in the backyard. It doesn’t croon “home” to me, but few homes do. Put a couple of cats and ferrets and a couple dozen tarantulas in there and THEN it’ll croon home. Maybe.
The ideal situation is when you’re so filthy rich you can get a home built to specifications. We’re not that lucky. You have to wonder about the wisdom of that path, though, since folks rarely get the money out they sunk into such a venture. Far better to settle for something less than perfection and realize that over time, you’ll arrive in a space of comfort. Home-buying as arranged marriage, I guess.
Remember . . . email me at malmerkin at gmail dot com since, for the time being, comments are disabled. (Is it possible that hack-proofing my blog could be so easy? Too bad it leaves me with a semifunctional blog!)
D.
