As I was checking my credit report for my lease application today, I got an email from the realtor. As you can surmise from the title, and alternate title of this post, we didn't even get the opportunity to make an offer, and the house was leased out last night to someone who was better prepared. Although I feel an intense pressure to find a home, I felt no pressure to fill out the application yesterday afternoon and told the agent I'd do it on Friday. Damn, the place has had no offers since it was listed on December 5th. That's what I get for procrastinating and taking the time to wallow in self pity this week.
Just in case you can't tell, that's Brazilian cherry flooring. This floor is throughout the main living level of the home.The search is on again. As I write this, my husband is driving past two other homes I looked at on Wednesday. We are not without options. Two of the places I saw were on my short list, and they're still available.
Not a soul has trashed this kitchen cooking a gourmet meal. I'd be the first, and believe me, I can trash a kitchen once the flour starts to fly.
There was one house one in particular, that I found stunningly beautiful. It's a brand new home in a mixed neighborhood of old, new, remodeled, and brand new homes. The builder has been unable to sell it, probably because of the deflated market and lack of vision for people moving into the area. It appeals to me because it is new. For the same reason, it worries me. I'd have to install all of the window treatments at my own expense. This seems to be the only wart I could find on this one. What do you think?
Now here is a bath suitable for Jane Jetson. Hopefully, it comes with an owner's manual.