Today was my first official day of househunting with my realtor, Cecilia, who is the niece of my late aunt's best friend. Got it? Yeah, it took me a while too, but Mami assured me she'd treat me better than a stranger, and I think she was right. Cecilia and I saw seven homes, and I could only really see us living in three of them. It was surprisingly entertaining to walk around and imagine whether a particular space would make a good office or playroom or secret sitting & reading nook. Of course none of my daydreaming included our actual stuff -- I was thinking more along the lines of the Thomas Moser showroom: handcrafted rocking chair, benches, perhaps even a swing. Who cares if most of our real furnishings will come from Ikea or Crate & Barrel -- it was my daydream, dammit!
Two houses were eh. Two houses were *nearly* perfect (one was farther away from downtown than we want to live, the other had a smallish and enclosed kitchen). Two others had a lot of charm and history but needed too much work to be feasible. The last one was huge and old and lovely, despite needing a laundry list of updates. I wish I could be like Chris and renovate an amazing old home, but right now we just want a place that will suit us without bankrupting us. I'm optimistic it will happen in the next few months (keeping fingers crossed that we stay in a buyers' market a bit longer!). Then feeling rooted will just come naturally. I hope.