I’ve been house hunting for almost 18 months now. Not all of the 18 months has been an active hunt, to be sure, but I’ve been in search of a new nest since the summer of 2007. It’s been an interesting time. I sold my place in Issaquah (okay, if you must: Sammamish – bleh) and split the proceeds with J., as we agreed we would when we went our separate ways 15 years prior. It was a good decision. As much as I loved the place, it was time–I’d lived there over two decades, nearly half my life, and it was time to move along.
Timing couldn’t have been better; the real estate market peaked in my area in July of 2007 (the month it went on the market, after three months of hard work from J and M, and me, to get it into a high curb appeal). We had two solid offers in six weeks, and were signing on the dotted line in September. Wow. I found an amazing place to rent (Craigslist ROCKS) that allowed me to take the three canines, two felines, and 13 laying hens (not to mention the box turtles and the parakeet). And the search for a place of my own to buy was on.
The only hitch is where? I’ve been working on honing that issue, and still feel conflicted and undecided. “The right place will show up.” I know that, and trust that it will, but where?
To be continued…