the house search involves driving up and down and up and down the streets thinking and hoping that perhaps a “for sale by owner” sign will pop up in front of the house that is meant for us.
the house search involves bribing my children with lunch out if they keep the peace in the van while i drive aimlessly down street after street.
the house search involves me checking realtor.com an embarrassingly high number of times each day. correction – hour.
the house search involves me slowly forming house preferences: metal roof, swimming pool, a long wall or two for endless bookshelves, no white tile, hurricane shutters.
the house search involves trying to patiently wait and do useful and productive things like empty closets of old prom dresses and shoes that haven’t been worn in over a decade.
the house search involves me trying to justify purchasing a camera i’ve had my eye on. you know, to better document the whole process (wink).