I have been chastised for not giving a thorough update of round 2 of house hunting. To be honest, the visit was so lackluster that a blog post seemed unwarranted.
We planned to visit 5 houses, but only saw 2. The first was a small ranch with a sinking foundation in a great neighborhood. Other than the location, it is a definite NO. And considering the condition, it is not a place we should really consider. No dining room, no family room, and it needs some sprucing up. AND it is a short sale. A real winner, right?
The second house was a large house inhabited by an older family. They showed us around - it was big but oddly configured. The basement was chocked full of bonus rooms, but the ceiling seeemed less than 7 feet. I hit my head on the door frame down there! And they kept birds on their heated porch, so there was birdseed (and who knows what else) everywhere. Plus some significant water damage. Yuck. No go.
The 3rd house was on a busy street, but we managed to park without trouble. We walked up, and the homeowner refused to let us in. Despite our Realtor's appointment, he said the house was not in condition to be viewed and turned us away. Our agent was pissed, and we will not be going back to try again anytime soon. Well, maybe not anytime, ever.
The other houses could not be scheduled. C'est la vie. We will go out again next Monday. We have some legitimate contenders in our sights for that day, so hopefully it will be encouraging to go out and see.
Tonight we are going to a fancy club downtown to attend a UofD Chicago Alumni reception. Not sure what to expect... schmoozing all night with lots of gray-hairs? Listening to the UofD president and other talk about the school? Being asked for money over and over? We shall see.
Work was long this week. We had a crazy schedule because the middle schoolers were taking standardized tests, so there were random double periods and classes repeating. Terrible for continuity. But I started a new unit on smells. I must say - that despite the trials of the work week, I can take joy from watching the faces of students contort like prunes as they sniff a foul-smelling chemical. A perverse joy, but joy nonetheless. It's the little things, right?
Off to Michigan this weekend. We already have our bag packed!
-alan
We planned to visit 5 houses, but only saw 2. The first was a small ranch with a sinking foundation in a great neighborhood. Other than the location, it is a definite NO. And considering the condition, it is not a place we should really consider. No dining room, no family room, and it needs some sprucing up. AND it is a short sale. A real winner, right?
The second house was a large house inhabited by an older family. They showed us around - it was big but oddly configured. The basement was chocked full of bonus rooms, but the ceiling seeemed less than 7 feet. I hit my head on the door frame down there! And they kept birds on their heated porch, so there was birdseed (and who knows what else) everywhere. Plus some significant water damage. Yuck. No go.
The 3rd house was on a busy street, but we managed to park without trouble. We walked up, and the homeowner refused to let us in. Despite our Realtor's appointment, he said the house was not in condition to be viewed and turned us away. Our agent was pissed, and we will not be going back to try again anytime soon. Well, maybe not anytime, ever.
The other houses could not be scheduled. C'est la vie. We will go out again next Monday. We have some legitimate contenders in our sights for that day, so hopefully it will be encouraging to go out and see.
Tonight we are going to a fancy club downtown to attend a UofD Chicago Alumni reception. Not sure what to expect... schmoozing all night with lots of gray-hairs? Listening to the UofD president and other talk about the school? Being asked for money over and over? We shall see.
Work was long this week. We had a crazy schedule because the middle schoolers were taking standardized tests, so there were random double periods and classes repeating. Terrible for continuity. But I started a new unit on smells. I must say - that despite the trials of the work week, I can take joy from watching the faces of students contort like prunes as they sniff a foul-smelling chemical. A perverse joy, but joy nonetheless. It's the little things, right?
Off to Michigan this weekend. We already have our bag packed!
-alan
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