The One
In previous columns, I alluded to Mr. Fixer and I joining the “people who own a home” club. We started looking for a place about a year or so ago. We’ve made offers on four or five different places. One after another they were either rejected or in some way disolved.
This is not an encouraging experience.
The most disappointing fall through was the most recent. We’d chosen a beautiful little home with a wonderful little courtyard and sufficient parking and a decent bathroom. Granted, the kitchen was dinky and wholly sub-par, but the house as a whole was wonderful.
Sigh.
So, this past weekend we did the house hunt dash, going to see a hundred million different homes. (Okay, so only four, but still…). The good news is we found The One. It’s perfect. I didn’t think it was possible.
You see, Mr. Fixer and I have differing opinions about what makes a house “The One”. For me, I require a huge kitchen, three bedrooms or more, two full baths or more, a dining room, a fenced yard (for Mud Dog) and mature landscaping, with trees. Mr. Fixer, on the other hand, wants a huge, detached garage which can double as a shop, lots and lots of parking, sparse landscaping, covered patio, outdoor storage/shed and a bedroom and bathroom would be nice. Oh, and there’s gotta be room for a true Man Cave.
As you can probably surmise, finding something that fit both of our lists was a bit, uh, complex. Generally speaking, you can’t get all of those things in one house/property for less than $250,000. That’s a weeeeee bit out of our price range.
Well, the house we saw this past weekend is it. While the kitchen isn’t huge, it’s about three times larger than the one I currently have. And, there’s a dedicated dining room. And, three bedrooms and two bathrooms and a covered patio and a large, fenced yard with everything neat and orderly, including trees; honest-to-goodness trees. Oh, and in the living room, there’s a windowseat which is perfect for Mud Dog. After all, he loves staring out the window for hours on end, barking at every leaf that blows past.
But that’s not all. No. OUTSIDE, there’s a huge, two-bay shop with a mechanic’s pit. There’s a very nice room, carpeted and all, attached to the shop which would be absolutely perfect for a Man Cave. There’s a shed in the back for lawn-tool storage and such. There’s enough parking room for us to have everyone we know over and not scratch a single car door.
This is the house that was built for US.
The problem is this: I want this house. Mr. Fixer wants this house. Though it’s at the absolute limit of our price range, it’s ideal for us. It is present perfection with future potential. And there’s this part of me that’s terrified that we won’t get it.
Sigh.
I suppose there are some folks out there who would think I had a defeatist attitude. Others might say I was being cynical. I choose not to think about it anymore.
I want this one!
I wonder if the seller would respond well if I threw a tantrum. Hey, it works for some kids.
Until next time…
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