Another weekend that went by in a rush of activity and I look at the calendar and see it's Tuesday already. Have I caught my breath? No, and the next weekend is looming head.
I am becoming slightly frantic about finding a house in the Louisville area. I think I have offended my first realtor when I told her my husband wanted to look in Louisville because he had a bad experience with a bridge when he was a child. No, I didn't actually say that, but he is concerned with the traffic problems associated with the limited bridge situation from Southern Indiana to Louisville.
We never worried about bridges while in Newport across from Cincinnati. Oh yea, they have seven bridges. I think Louisville has two....with a possible third on the drawing board.
The first realtor is not licensed in Ky. I hooked up with a character on Saturday and we looked at several homes in the eastern part of Jefferson county, because they fit into my budget. I was not impressed with any of them.
I want to go back to Indiana. Isn't that a shocker coming from my fingers!!
I found the most delicious house on the Internet last night. An older home with tremendous character and a clawfoot tub! Hardwood floors, sunroom, large yard with patio, mud room (love mud rooms). I want to look at it! But it has two drawbacks...only a bath and half, and the kitchen! My God! It looks like something right out of the 1930's. One sink!! Never renovated???? Or is it chic retro?
And so it goes.
The other house I loved, the one with the jungle for a back yard and built in bookcases, well, as funky as it looks, for some reason I feel the word "Money pit" when I consider plumbing, furnace and that stuff.
Buying a home is a thrill and a bitch. You are always on the look out for why it won't work, rather than a way to make it work.
I hope Therese will take me back.