So Eva and I were hanging out with some friends today in the same neighborhood as a house we've been eyeing online, and I decided to drive by and actually see it in person. And oh. my.
It is cute.
Very, very cute, and bigger than it looks in the two inch square picture from the realtor. It has a great front porch, and a fenced-in back yard, and a clothes line (which, though a seemingly minor detail, sent Mr. Milkweed into paroxysms of ecstasy when I called him to describe it. It's funny what makes a house a home-- apparently, it's an alternative to the dryer).
And I really feel like we would like living in that area. I'd pretty much prepped myself for check cashing main street hell, and there is some of that, but there are sidewalks, and trees, and it's possible to walk to the park and a few other places. It's kind of like Clintonville. And across a (pedestrian-friendly) bridge is a "ye olde main street" part of an adjacent town that's been revamped with cool shops and restaurants, and it's definitely bikeable from this house. The area isn't suburban in the traditional sense of the word (or at least the Ohio or NOVA sense of the word, which is where my experience lies). It's more like mini-urban, or urban-lite.
These are all good things. Another good thing is the surprisingly good conversation I had with the property company in charge of our current rental. We have the green light to sublease it, if we need to, although with getting a potential house inspected and waiting for the mortgage stuff to be finalized etc. etc., we might only be looking at a couple of months we'd need covered.
I'm focusing now on just enjoying the excitement, and trying not to think of all the 3,000,000 things that could go wrong and prevent us from buying Cute House or one of its compadres.
The other night, though, Mr. Milkweed and I were watching TV and a commercial came on about the tax credit. We kind of looked at each other, since we'd just started talking about this house-buying stuff, and then this computer-generated Uncle Sam jabbed his finger in our general direction and yelled "I want YOU to contact a realtor TODAY!"
It was creepy, kids. I kind of felt like I HAD to do it after that. And we have an appointment to drive around with her on Tuesday...
2 comments:
our clothes line totally sent me over the moon. i get it. little pickwick ave. could totally be clintonvillesk if it only had cool restrauntas and shops. when i talk about how cool it would be for a whole world or aladins to be sitting there don makes fun of me. those types of places obiviously aren't there because old cranky conservatives dominate the town, not old hippies.
getting cool folks to move to colonial heights who will someday BE old hippies is part of my masterplan. i just may not live long enough to see it come to fruistion :)
Oh, and look at the super fun thing you and eva can do with a clothesline: http://themarkfamily.wordpress.com/2009/10/12/owens-playhouse/
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