Yesterday I spent 4 monosyllabic hours in a car with my realtor.
Perhaps that is a slight exaggeration; I do know a words of more than one syllable which I proved by repeating them. hiroi…akarui…kitanai…semai…
We visited five places yesterday. One won’t be vacated until the end of July, so we just peeked at the outside. Of the other four, none really lit my fire. They were all OK in their way and horribly ordinary.
I like extraordinary living spaces. I also like places that are old and a little bit run-down. Already broken in. Buildings with character.
I videoed each place, to help me remember what each was like. After one or two showings, it gets hard to remember details. Which one had the chartruese bathroom? One of them had a dishwasher, right? Was there a phone jack in the bedroom? Tod viewed the tape and concurred–there’s no match for us here.
So it’s back to the drawing board–again. I will search at i-Size and at Chintai to see if there is anything new on the market. But I think the places I would like will come to me through word of mouth or serendipity, not from an Internet search engine.
If there’s a Housing Fairy, I hope she leaves me a key under my pillow tonight.
