I almost bought a lake house on a whim this weekend. I saw
it online Thursday, fell in love with it Saturday when we did a viewing, and
put in an offer (that felt crazy high to me for a tiny little place with more or less one bedroom and zero closet space) on Sunday.
What the…??? Insane.
Sadly I didn’t get said house. Someone else offered even
more, I assume full asking price. Kudos to the new owners, although I might cry
if they bought it only to tear down
charming house on the lake with it’s cute guest “cottage” and build condos in its
place. I will admit I did cry on Sunday several times while trying to decide if
I wanted this house, for some reason the thought of selling my house (that has
been in our family longer than I’ve been alive) and half my possessions just
seemed sad and overwhelming. Today I look back and think good grief I need to
not be so attached to things. Of course now I want a lake house bad and there
are no good prospects left.
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