In Search of a Magician
I need a magician or a miracle but either will do nicely. The realtor must just not get me or what it is I need, no matter how many times I explain it. My daughter and I drove by a listed house yesterday that she had sent by e-mail. The price was right but I knew in my heart of hearts that what I can afford, I don’t want to live in.
A criterion for a home is so individual that I’m surprised anyone finds a home already built that is suitable to them. If I could find an affordable piece of land here, I would certainly like to build. I’d build green with good flow. That’s when one of us wins the lottery.
As we got to see the inside with the realtor this morning, the house had three tiny bedrooms and a jack & jill bath that I think they built in the closet. One of the bedrooms was tucked between the other two so whoever was in that middle bedroom, had to go through one or the other to get out. It was 1008 square feet which was smaller than my apartment. Yes, I know, I am so very lucky. The kitchen was miniscule but that didn’t bother me. The only reason I ever have a kitchen is because they come with the house. There was a workshop in back but no garage to protect my car. I looked at all the possible ways to make it work for me. It was a long walk on a big hill to the bus line and with frequent company, I need several bedrooms. The yard had great potential.
I have given thought to a manufactured home in a park. The space rent for 15 years would add up to over $100,000. A condo is typically two or three stories here with common walls. My sister sold hers, getting just enough to avoid a short sale. She couldn’t do the stairs anymore either.
Walls for bookcases and a sewing room are absolutely necessary. I make quite a mess when I create. My requirements are to be close enough to my daughter to have help when necessary and access to activities. Demanding aren’t I? If I’m going to be living and paying for this home over the next twenty years, I would like it to feel good. Most of what I have seen is backed up to industrial areas, train tracks, or highways. Even those are priced too high to put the money and work into them for this old lady.
My magician needs to conjure up another $100,000 or more. It’s what they call a champagne appetite on a home brew budget. I really am downsizing and expecting a lot less than I’ve had before. So if you know a magician or a miracle worker, send them my way. Can you use a little magic in your life?
“Hope can be a powerful force. Maybe there’s no actual magic in it, but when you know what you hope for most and hold it like a light within you, you can make things happen, almost like magic.” ~ Laini Taylor, Daughter of Smoke & Bone
From my heart to yours,