We looked at two last evening. The first one had all the space we need and was the right price, but it was downright filthy from its foundation. The second one was in the neighborhood we really love, and was in good shape. It too had all we needed, but it felt so cramped that I couldn't wait to get back outside. Besides, the owner, an elderly man, lives across the street from the house and made it known that he did all the gardening, front and back. That means he'd be over all the time. I don't know about you, but I don't like living with a landlord.
Today at noon we're looking at a cute, yellow and white Craftsman cottage with a darling front porch and loads of charm. It has the number of rooms we need, but I fear they might be really tiny. We'll see. Right now, I just want the security of knowing that a house is secured and waiting for us to start moving in. This not knowing where we'll be sleeping by this time next month is making me crazy.
