I'll admit it. We're seeing way too much of each other.
Zillow. Hotpads. Realtor.com. I'm wasting a LOT of hours of my day with you.
You lure me with your pretty photos and your pretty words.
"Charming." "Character." "Original woodwork." "Huge potential."
It's very seductive. I want to trust you. I so want to put my faith in you. You will find me the perfect house!
I haven't spoken with the first realtor, or even taken the first trip to get a lay of the land, and already I'm hanging wallpaper and painting cabinets in my imaginary house.
I'm trusting my own abilities to buy and sell and plot and plan. And of course, we all know the headline to that front page story:
Woman plans, God laughs.
I'm happy to give you a chuckle today, Lord! And if my wishlist seems ridiculous, you can laugh at that, too!
In the meantime, I'm pinning all of the pretty things I'd love to find in my next house.
Things like a dutch door:
A kitchen booth:
A laundry chute:
Impossible list? Probably. But it hasn't stopped me from looking!