I actually won a raffle prize, two tickets to a local play. I seldom win anything, so I was pleased, and this will get us out to a cultural event, which has not been happening much of late. My husband is so cosy at home that I can seldom stir him from his nest.
We looked at houses with our son yesterday. Of course all are grossly overpriced and the details confusing. One worries about foundations - hidden and mysterious - and cannot tell about the neighborhood and real conditions. Each had it's attractions and demerits. I'd like him to live next to a police station, but so far no abode has surfaced with that sterling quality. I can see he's really set on finding something this time, and I respect that. I believe he will make and offer on one of them, and then it's the tension of acceptance or refusal, then the house inspection. In other words, a lot of nail biting.
My husband and I lucked out with our first house. We had no idea what we were doing, but we bought low and sold high in only four years, without having effected any improvements. The next house we were not so lucky. The only fortunate thing was selling it eventually, when many in our area couldn't sell. The market had bottomed out. It took us six months to sell it after we moved, as our original buyers had FHA refuse to close, so we were stuck moving to another state with an empty house to sell left behind. The last house we sold did fine, but didn't make us any money. It is not a pleasant process, even if everything does go right. And there is always something wrong that surprises you down the line: a fireplace that doesn't work, difficult neighbors, speeding traffic on what looks like a bucolic road, a drainage system that is failing.
And yet most of us do it if we can. Proof of faith over fact, as they say.
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