So. We sold our beautiful little apartment. This is bittersweet because it really is a lovely apartment. It has cool tiling and a gigantic walk-through closet. It was also our first foray into real estate and we’ve been really happy here. But we want a bigger place. Not huge or anything. Just big enough to have another room to put guests in instead of having them on the floor.
But it all happened very fast. People said the economy was bad and the market was slow, and buying first was a bad idea because it could create a situation of having two mortgages if we couldn’t sell. That sounded scary and expensive. So we listed first and expected it to take a few months.
It took two days. I guess other people think our apartment is lovely too.
So now we are in the looking-for-a-new-home phase. Which is a fun phase (snooping in other people’s houses!), but also a somewhat stressful phase (spending amounts of money with far too many zeroes at the end.)
An unlimited budget would be nice. But we’re not those people. And we happen to live in one of the most expensive housing markets it the world. So our pool of choice is narrowed. And a lot of the stuff in our range is pretty darn grim.
We saw an “almost” the other day. It was really pretty, with an interesting floor plan, window seats in the living room and bedroom, and a window over the sink in the kitchen. But all those windows were on the ground floor with just a latched wooden gate to the street and it made me feel extremely vulnerable. I think if I lived there, I would be paranoid about being watched. So we let it go.
Tonight though, we might have seen “the one.”
But I’m trying not to get excited. Because I am a pessimist and never count bush birds. So, out of superstition, I will say no more, but I promise you further updates as events warrant.