We went condo-shopping on Saturday: TFL, GirlChild and I. Boy had to work, because he's a Good Boy and found a job.
Between the soccer game where GirlChild re-injured the ankle she sprained a few months ago and the get-together at an old professor's house, we looked at a few condos down near school. The first one was okay, but rather rough around the edges. The third one, besides being shown by a creepy realtor, was definitely Not Us. But the second one, yeah, I think it's The One. So do TFL and GirlChild.
It's in an older building, has fairly spacious rooms and some really nifty vintage details, and it has a garden! A really beautiful garden, planted and cared for by one of the owners. Every inch is used and it's absolutely lovely. Those of you who know me, know how rarely I'll say that about someone else's garden. In addition to being charming the condo's in a convenient location, , close to train and school.
We've made an offer. Gulp. Without having sold our place yet. It's an act of faith, I suppose, although faith in what I'm not really sure. The saleability of our current home? Fate? Heavenly beings?
Anyone know where I can buy a statue of St. Joseph?
Ooh, yay! Congrats on making an offer—I hope it all goes well.
Posted by: kristine | May 23, 2005 at 11:07 AM
Yoohoo! Remember your upbringing? How many times have we moved, and each time the timing and faith stretched to the limit (and a little beyond) You'll make it, hang on, and you know perfectly well faith in Whom!
All our love and prayers.
The Mover par Excellence
Posted by: MatAnc | May 23, 2005 at 11:54 AM