I know it was kind of a tease to just give you a thumbnail, but here’s the thing…I haven’t actually even seen it yet.
Take a minute to digest that little nugget.
Yes. I bought a house in the Toronto suburbs while holed up in my sick bed in Atlanta. I would have been on a plane the second we began the negotiation process, but since queasiness and I are not a good combination on a good day, I figured the last place I should probably be is on an airplane. But, here’s the thing. I told our agent exactly what I wanted.
A nice kitchen. (Bonus: Stainless steel appliances and dark wood.)
A backyard that isn’t postage-stamp sized (Bonus: If I can’t see into our back neighbors’ bedroom, it’s a WIN. We had very large, very uninhibited neighbors. It was not pretty.) It’s big! It overlooks the ravine and no naked people! I mean, granted there is a kind of scary shed that the husband says is for things like lawn mowers and other outdoor trinkets, but I have seen all the horror movies…I know that sheds are the thing of nightmares.
Lots of windows! Lots of open space! Molding! Pillars!
A finished basement.
I think she delivered, don’t you?
I am putting the husband on an airplane this morning to be there for the inspection. But, honestly, it’s really so he can take some more pictures for you all me.
If you want to see more of me – and, I mean, obviously, you do – you can read my latest entertainment news over at Juice, my latest outfit over at The Urban Closet, my latest advice over at So You Want It, and my latest blathering over at Aiming Low.
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