The house hunt continues.
We’ve looked at several different styles. New construction, older homes, homes in no-maintenance sub-divisions. So far my strongest reaction to any of them has been “meh”.
We found a foreclosure that we thought was marginally better than meh, so we threw a luke warm offer at them on the same day as a few other people and didn’t get it. I was just disappointed enough to shrug a shoulder.
Then we went to see a house on a golf course with a basketball court in the back yard and I thought we were on to something. But by the looks of the wavy basement floor and the cracks in the walls, half the house is sinking. (No wonder it was in our price range.) I’m so tired of house shopping I suggested we just throw some spackle at it but D and our realtor both said no. Darn practicality to heck.
Then we went back to a neighborhood where the construction is so new we were just looking at the frames of houses. At that point my apathy had reached such a level that my eyes shifted to the driveways and I realized that I don’t have a Range Rover. I whined to D that I’m the ONLY person I know without one. But he said if we bought a Range Rover we might have to live in it. …Which kinda doesn’t sound too bad.
D’s latest suggestion is throwing a dart at the listings, buy whatever it lands on, then build a cabin somewhere else to live in in our free time.
Which just sounds like more work to me. See? Apathy.
In other news, I have no other news.
Send good vibes or else!