Life, in case you haven't figured it out yet, is full of difficult questions. Questions like: when should we start a family? Why did the cow go to the cinema? How much wallpaper is too much? Is that spring I smell in the air?
Those are all questions I've had to answer at one time or another. (Not right now, because it was "free-range", if the entire wall is covered in wallpaper that's too much, nope just lysol.) Now, we find ourselves facing another difficult question, which is: let's buy a house! A tricky question indeed, especially because if you don't say it with the right inflection it's not really a question in the first place.
MJ and I have been perusing the market for some time now. Some crazy homeless guy told me it was a good time to buy "houses and donkeys! houses and donkeys!" which, after I pried his hands off of my slacks, got me thinking first about finding a different route to the coffee shop, and then about getting a bigger space for us to live. Up until now, MJ and I have been very happily renting our cute little apartment in downtown Walla Walla. We love the convenience of being so close to the nightlife and also the colorful art on the walls:
I don't get it, but still, it gives me a vague sense that I don't want to leave. Anyway, MJ and I went to some wonderful open houses this week, and one thing that turned out not to be an open house but just some lady making brownies with the door open. Here's the first house we looked at:
I liked its old world charm and the fact that it was red, but MJ thought that the trees were too close to the windows... there was also too much wallpaper. See above.
Another house we looked at was this one:
This was a perfectly nice house, but apparently in 1800 some old guy tripped in the bathtub or something and got a little bruise on his arm. I don't want that kind of history in a place I'm going to live.
So, for now, the hunt continues. Who knew house shopping could be such hard work? Also, is that spring I smell in the air??
