I’ll begin by digressing with a pointless anecdote about other stuff Our house hunt always started with the same ritual. We’d get in our car (the Econobox lives on readers…it will never die, we’re sure of it at this juncture), … Continue reading
We are in that in-between stage of living in squalor. I have bruises up and down my legs from bumping into things or falling over them. I can’t wait till we close.
In the end it came down to 2 homes-and we were so so close to doing a simultaneous bid but this one won out. I’ll talk about the other house soon (as well as why we didn’t go with it) … Continue reading
I remember when we started house hunting and I laugh and laugh at how naive we were. Everyone says to sit down and look at your finances and your must-haves and want-to-haves, then match them up with a neighborhood and … Continue reading