I know nothing is perfect, but I was so hopeful about the house we saw today. When we pulled out of the drive, I said to my husband, "wouldn't it be great to find a new home our first day trying?" It should come as no surprise to me that my dream house came up short. What's surprising is my disappointment. I've been sighing all evening. The nice part was I could look out the window of the family room and see the dome of the aviary at the Detroit Zoo-even though I know the leaves would block my summer view, at least it's something to look at in the winter. The downside was the sound of the interstate one block over and instead of birds, I think all I will hear is the steady drone of the main east-west artery that intersects the city. I drive that highway every single day of my life and there is never a time between 5 AM and 12 AM when that road has no traffic. Maybe Christmas day is the only slow one. Did I tell you the dome of the aviary is beautiful?
Outside those French doors in the living room picture was a small slate tiled porch.I envisioned a nice futon in there and a perfect summer sleeping porch. The only flaw for the tiny porch was the leak in the ceiling. For some reason, I don't think being rained on while I sleep is appealing.
The kitchen had been completely gutted and had brand new maple cabinets, granite counters and beautiful (real) hardwood floors. The kitchen was a quarter the size of my current space. That's not so bad since I rarely cook big meals these days. The living room was beautiful and full of architectural detail that the pictures don't reveal.
The bedrooms were fairly small with the exception of the master bedroom which had built in drawers and small little closets. I'm not much of a clothes horse these days, so I don't think that matters much. The other rooms were Thumbelina sized. Not so good when the manchild alone is 6 feet tall. The last worry in the bedroom category was getting my dream bed up the staircase-could be a problem there.
The agent wasn't helpful on the answers. We wanted an idea of what it cost to heat the place during the winter. Her answer was that it depended on how high we set the thermostat. Duh. She never really answered the question. I should have asked how much if she took into consideration that I'm not a hibernating creature and I need a little warmth. You know, 66-68 degrees, maybe higher during subzero outdoor temps.
Well I'll put it on the short list and get back to the search. It was almost perfect.