Oh to find one of these…
Most Sundays, Dan and I have been driving around the outskirts of Dayton, looking for neighborhoods and houses.
It’s not because some say it’s a buyer’s market, it’s because renting gets old, and frankly, it’s expensive. In fact, if we hit our target, a mortgage would be less than rent. We could inherit walls to paint and the responsibility of hot water heater maintenance.
Here’s the rub: We’re trying to find some rough midpoint between his university job and my days down in the studio. Plotting this puts us in the middle of new construction or farmhouses. Apparently, ranches are over and everything built now has to be BIG, and RIGHT NEXT to each other.
It’s terribly frustrating. Driving around we spy places like the one pictured above, but they’re not for sale.
Oh well, we have patience on our side.
In other news, the headcold worsens, heading south to the chest. Woe.
Current music: Grizzly Bear “Plans”