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4 Sale, a photo by chelejean on Flickr.
Yesterday was all about the house hunting.
We looked at a million (or really.. 4? 5?) houses. Here's what we took away from the search:
Wow. Some people live like little piggies.
Houses built before 1980 have some weird, wild floor plans. Maybe the builders did a lot of drugs.
About 90% of the houses look better on paper than they do in real life.
After a while, they all start to look the same. Except for the house with the hot tub time machine in the garage. I'm not even kidding about that one.
The weirdest experience was the one with a car still parked in the driveway. We walked in to find the TV blaring, but no one in sight. The realtor walked around pounding on doors while we stood at the front door, ready to bolt when the crazed killer came running at us. Heh. No one came out, so we started looking around. I walked into the kitchen, and saw someone sitting on the deck outside. We ran back to the front door (and I think I peed just a little), while realtor man talked to the guy. He'd evidently decided not to leave, but just hang out outside while we looked around. Creepy.
Then it got creepier when we went downstairs. I noticed a doorway at the back of a dark utility room. I nudged it open, and found a tiny room with cinder block walls, covered in graffiti, dumbbells scattered across the floor, and it smelled like... ew. I don't know WHAT it smelled like.
We high-tailed it out of there pretty quickly after that. Yikes.
Then there was the one that was normal upstairs, but the basement was built for chele-sized people. I could walk everywhere with no problem (even with my 3" platform shoes), while ragazz, the realtor, and any other normal-sized person had to duck to get through doorways and couldn't stand fully upright in the bathroom.
However, none of that will deter us from going out and looking at more houses today. It's an adventure.
(PS - I really liked the hot-tub time machine house...)
Ciao.