8/7/2007

As I hinted in my last entry, I saw a house I am interested in. Okay, obsessed by. There it was, in the paper, an interesting looking house, not just an ordinary everyday house. A new house, but not a cookie-cutter house. A house that looked like it had a lot of space and light. And affordable for us. Drawback: it's at a nearby ski resort, way on top of a mountain. To my husband, a great skier, this is not a drawback at all, but a huge advantage, and he glommed right on to the idea. So we drove up to see it, and looked at it timidly from the driveway. My husband, a law-abiding type, would not go closer without the realtor, but we both liked the looks of it.

The following day, my husband and son safely off on a camping trip, I invited an adventurous friend to go look at the house with me. Nobody seemed to be around (the house is now used only as a vacation rental), so we boldly walked around and peeked in the windows. Oh, what a house! Light and airy, shiny new wood floors, not a bit of gingerbread or cuteness. Bold, simple lines. There are three floors. The bottom floor, a semi-basement, miraculously opens onto a covered deck with large posts that could be used for stretching fabric. Oddly, the French doors of the bottom floor seemed to open into a huge bathroom. Odd, for the average homeowner, but for me, searching for a studio with access to water and the outside, ideal. No more stencils in the family bathtub.

The following day (yesterday) I finally was able to contact the realtor and look inside the house. Oh my God. What a beautiful house! Elegant and simple. Such high ceilings, especially to someone used to the seven-foot ceilings of an old farmhouse. Immaculately clean. Spacious and gracious. And practical matters: an excellent studio space for me. Room for my husband to have a quiet office WITH A FIREPLACE. A room for my son at least twice the size of his current room. But what about our cozy old house that we've spent so long in and worked so hard on...huh?...did someone say cozy old house? What cozy old house? I want this new house!

A glitch, probably all for the good: My husband, as I mentioned , is away, and won't return until Saturday. He won't be able to see The House until Sunday. In the meantime, of course, someone else could make an offer on it. Or I could cool off and change my mind. But as for now I'm in that tense state I remember from when we bought this house I'm now so faithlessly writing from....I want the house and I'm petrified someone else will get it first (which, of course, makes it all the more attractive...) oh my nervous stomach....