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» Monday, August 29, 2005
Coming Down Off High
I didn't mention the rest of yesterday afternoon. After the heady visit to Ikea, we were on our way home when we saw some development signs for houses actually in an affordable range (these days those words mean between $150,000 and $200,000; I remember when a starter house was $50,000...it wasn't that long ago). So we went there. Surprisingly, it was right nearby, in fact closer to where we used to live in Smyrna. There were already several finished houses with residents, more in the stick phase, one just getting its drywall. To state it in brief, we fell in love. We can see a place for everything: James' hobby room, a room just for the books, a place for a hutch for the dishes...everything. The yard is small, it has a little deck, a small fireplace, a two-car garage with storage for garden things inside. Even an outside plug in the front of the house! But even after the sale of Mom's house, I don't think we can afford it, unless we could unload our own house promptly. And Mom would have been overjoyed for us to find a new house. She never liked the backyard or the front lawn and was becoming more and more worried about the neighbors, especially when she heard about the gunshots from the apartment complex behind us and the drug dealers that were across the street two years ago (not to mention the registered sex offender down the street). I don't know anyone who'd want this house. Rentals were going great guns on this street, but now we have two homes for rent and another that has been for sale for three months now. Sigh. Sometimes it's just too hard to dream. The comedown hurts much too much. |