Moving Day
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23 July 2010
It's happened again. I've moved.
After six years in my loving if occasionally inept hands, the house on "Escalada Terrace" (that its pseudonym in Life Would Be Perfect If I Lived In That House) is now someone else's problem. And someone else's joy. It's truly a wonderful house, but it was just too small. When I bought it back in 2004 the idea was that Rex and I would live there forever by ourselves. But fate intervened. I met a tall man (i.e. he took up a lot of space) and let him move in. Despite the clutter and chaos that ensued I married him. We continued to live in the house despite the fact that there was very little closet space. Or cabinet space. And no driveway (we had to put the U-Haul truck in the neighbor's driveway across the street.) Oh, and no air conditioning. And there was only heat in one room. I had a space heater that I dragged around with me from room to room. This is the kind of behavior that lands you on the 6:00 news when you burn your house down.
So it was time to move on. We're renting now in a totally different neighborhood. I love the novelty of being in a new place, but I think I love the old neighborhood more.
Here's the living room. In real life, it's so small you can't really fit a sofa in there, but it looks nice here. I've always thought there's something exquisitely beautiful about an empty house. So much possibility and so little baggage. Like a blind date.
Here's Rex taking one last look around the place. He knows this routine all too well.
And one last walk on the hill across the road.
See that llittle white boxy thing in the center? That's the house as seen from the hill. If you've read the book, perhaps you remember the scene on my first night of homeowership where I get drunk and weepy and walk up the hill and look at the house. As cute as it is here, it's even cuter when you're drunk.
Okay, feeling weepy again. On to Redfin to see if that house next door is for sale.
Saturday, 24 July 2010
I have always been obsessed with houses and even write a blog about them (Hooked on Houses), so I can relate to a lot of what you're talking about. I'm really enjoying it. Thanks!
Congrats on your new place!
Friday, 20 August 2010
http://realitytruck.blogspot.com/2010/06/surveying-wreckage.html
Saturday, 21 August 2010
PS Just renovated my bathroom and put mosaic hexagonal white tiles in it - nice to see I'm not the only one clinging to nostalgia.
Monday, 23 August 2010
I read your book this weekend and can relate entirely to your house obsession. I've alsio lived near a questionable neighborhood just because the home I bought had beautiful hardwood floors and charming archways. I had to laugh about your mother's desire for a "university professor" home, since I read your book sitting in my living room with the hardwood floors and built-in bookcases -- and where I made my husband try seven different paint samples until we found just the perfect shade of aqua. And I hope you are past your fixation on Zillow -- those bastards are still giving me an ulcer.
Anyway, just wanted to let you know I loved the book, and are content in your new home. Personally, I don't think I will ever be content in my own -- but then, I write about real estate for a living, and so new homes are like heroin to me. Can't get enough.
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