So, obviously, Kim and I need to eventually get a house closer than 1000 miles to her new job, so we've spent some of the last week-and-a-half looking at neighborhoods that we might want to live in. On Sunday we were in one of those neighborhoods -- which was pretty nice other than the mondo power lines that cut the subdivision in half -- and we saw a FSBO open house. The house backed onto a main road, and it seemed a little small, but we thought, hey, we're curious, let's go in. So, we walk up, and the owner opens the door. Immediately, before even stepping foot in the house, we notice two things: (a) The owner's wife is cooking dinner, and (b) the dinner she is cooking is an incredibly oniony, incredibly curryey Indian dish. The only thing I remember about the house now, only five days later, is the meal they were making, not the home. An F for them in FSBO 101.
Other than the above catastrophe, we haven't walked through any houses yet, but we do have some good ideas on which neighborhoods where we'd like to live. Our favorite, only about a 15-minute rush-hour drive from Kim's work (she drove it yesterday): A 560-home, 25-year-old subdivision that has two parks, a decent-sized lake, and no mondo power lines that cut the subdivision in half. (That last quality is shared by surprisingly few large subdivisions in the area.) There's also a nice diversity of style to the houses that's not always the case in preplanned subdivisions, and the schools are quite good. "Let's not fall too in love with it before we see inside the houses we can afford," he cautioned himself...
To answer questions in the comments: We're in corporate housing for two months, and then we're out sleeping in the park. (Or in Kim's parent's house.) We can also extend housing if we want, but we'd have to pay for it, and it ain't cheap. The apartment's nice enough for our purposes, and it's just down the way from one of the swimming pools. Kim's dad and I drove both cars to Chicago, and Benji was entertained by Kim in one of the cars (since she wasn't driving).
i sincerely do not know what you are doing here. are you lost? were you
looking for your delicate calico cat, and did you follow her up two flights of stairs
to this room? she is not here. she was here, yes. we gave her a warm bowl of milk, we talked with her about campaign finance reform for a time, and then she bid us good day. i believe she was
going to the post office two blocks down, but i don't quite recall.
for surely you did
not find your way from prinsiana, the least traveled site on
the internet. if you did, though, perhaps you are looking for humor. perhaps you are looking for profundity. perhaps you are looking for answers.
i'm sorry, but you shall go naught-for-three.
