Starting to have a love-hate relationship with this town.
After a year of looking for a home to buy-
Looking for a home in [fill in town here]?
“Ask me first. Chances are I’ve had an offer on that house, since I’m single-handedly trying to see how many home inspections I can pay for in one summer.”
They will all fail, by the way.
Finding a house in this small 2.07 square miles has become quite a challenge.
Having a thorough inspector has probably saved us thousands–
But also broken my heart into pieces each time.
I get my hopes up- to be continually let down.
With our meager budget– we mostly bear the cost of “location”, while inheriting faulty foundations and rodent infestations.
Oh, don’t get me wrong. I love the idea of hundred year old homes- the history, the charm. We call those “Emily houses.” You know one when you see it.
I don’t expect you to get it.
When I was 18 I moved to the East Coast on my own to be close to the ocean.
I got closer and closer, eventually making my way up the coast to Long Island, a few blocks from the sea.
So you see, this need I have to be close to the water is not new.
I have spent my whole life trying to get closer to salt-air.
The moment we drove to the end of Union Avenue, I felt like I belonged here. I looked up and said, “yes, I belong in a house up there, overlooking the Sound.”