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So, another couple days chock-full of real estate. Monday was the first day of Light's intermission between jobs (calling it a vacation when it's going to be chock full of driving, packing, moving and dealing with his increasingly distraught wife seems a little disingenuous) so we drove out to meet with our real estate agent, and saw another handful of houses. Much like the last go-round, there was one we think we really liked, but had one or two glaring flaws. This time it was a penthouse condo (ie attic renovation), on the fourth floor of an elevatorless building, with ludicrous taxes. Since it's an attic renovation, most of the walls have the sloping a-frame construction, so the square footage is awesome but much of it unusable, and we're torn between being charmed and fearing that the charm would wear off and it would be entirely without resale value and we'd live in a state of permanent mild concussions. Also due to the aframe, it entirely lacks kitchen cabinets. There was another charming place near the Mystic River, but it was so overstuffed with the current occupants belongs it was almost impossible to imagine living there.

I'm not sure if we're holding out to find something perfect, or if we're just slowly wearing ourselves down to the point where we'll take something close-enough-to-perfect just to have somewhere to live. Time will tell, I guess.

After the longest day ever, we met with some of the nicest people ever, went out to comforting pasta (I nearly fell asleep in my food), and then back to their house to play Quiddler. More sleeping, and then another day, this one chock full of driving around to various apartments and occasionally lying about how many cats we had. Eventually, we settled on the very first one we saw, and though I won't believe we've really got it until money is exchanged, I'm a little more relaxed and currently trying to plot exactly how much of our stuff we really truly need to move and if a half-furnished house will show better or worse than a entirely vacant house.

We went out to Marshfield, to wade in the ocean and beachcomb, and then headed home before realizing it was the worst possible time to be trying to drive, so aborted the trip and curled up in a B&N, where ended up purchasing a gold lame dragon, which is now perched on his dashboard, and I've christened it the moving dragon. Tomorrow I will get the moving tattoo, and with these two talismans, everything will be Just Fine.

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So, another couple days chock-full of real estate. Monday was the first day of Light's intermission between jobs (calling it a vacation when it's going to be chock full of driving, packing, moving and dealing with his increasingly distraught wife seems a little disingenuous) so we drove out to meet with our real estate agent, and saw another handful of houses. Much like the last go-round, there was one we think we really liked, but had one or two glaring flaws. This time it was a penthouse condo (ie attic renovation), on the fourth floor of an elevatorless building, with ludicrous taxes. Since it's an attic renovation, most of the walls have the sloping a-frame construction, so the square footage is awesome but much of it unusable, and we're torn between being charmed and fearing that the charm would wear off and it would be entirely without resale value and we'd live in a state of permanent mild concussions. Also due to the aframe, it entirely lacks kitchen cabinets. There was another charming place near the Mystic River, but it was so overstuffed with the current occupants belongs it was almost impossible to imagine living there.

I'm not sure if we're holding out to find something perfect, or if we're just slowly wearing ourselves down to the point where we'll take something close-enough-to-perfect just to have somewhere to live. Time will tell, I guess.

After the longest day ever, we met with some of the nicest people ever, went out to comforting pasta (I nearly fell asleep in my food), and then back to their house to play Quiddler. More sleeping, and then another day, this one chock full of driving around to various apartments and occasionally lying about how many cats we had. Eventually, we settled on the very first one we saw, and though I won't believe we've really got it until money is exchanged, I'm a little more relaxed and currently trying to plot exactly how much of our stuff we really truly need to move and if a half-furnished house will show better or worse than a entirely vacant house.

We went out to Marshfield, to wade in the ocean and beachcomb, and then headed home before realizing it was the worst possible time to be trying to drive, so aborted the trip and curled up in a B&N, where ended up purchasing a gold lame dragon, which is now perched on his dashboard, and I've christened it the moving dragon. Tomorrow I will get the moving tattoo, and with these two talismans, everything will be Just Fine.