The
house we saw today is cute as balls. Cute. As. Balls. I melted into a puddle on a floor. From that perspective, I did notice some potential water damage around one skylight. Skylights are a curse. But nice! May you live in naturally lit and leaky times. The kitchen is better than it looks. There's an extra little nook of kitchen, and some built-in storage. The third bedroom is really small, though, and for some reason has a linoleum floor. But, it has a closet, and one could fit a bed in there. Were we to have two children, the smallness of that room would be a problem, unless a clear favorite child emerged early on. The actual bedroom is for kids who don't fuck up their flash cards, OK, Drake? Minaj is in the Geography Bee. Are you in the Geography Bee? I didn't think so.
No joke, the house is so cute that all day I've been like, "Sticking to one kid might be cool. Or no kids. No kids might be OK." Which, cool, because all the windows in that house need replacing, I'm pretty sure. No bullet holes, but they're all old single-pane, with peeling paint in a few spots. If that paint is not lead-based, I would be extremely surprised.
Earlier today, I was like, "We need to put in an offer immediately!" and I'm still considering it, but might enjoy seeing some houses that aren't 100 years old. But what if they all are stupid, and someone buys the cute house away from us, and then somebody else buys every house in Baltimore that has a roof, and we have to move into one of The Greatest City in America's many roofless options?