Today we have officially started the house hunt again. For those of you who have been through this with us again and again and again, don’t roll your eyes at us! We are firm believers in the “if at first you don’t succeed” approach to life. For those of you who don’t know what in the heck I’m talking about, well, The Husband and I have been looking at houses for the past ten years, almost. No, I’m not kidding. We’ve seen one bedroom apartments, then we graduated to two bedroom apartments, then, as the years passed we looked at bigger places with terraces, we kept looking and renting… then we moved to Cuneo, after seeing possibly 200 hundred apartments in Milan. Then we started looking at rentals again, because we couldn’t buy in Cuneo until we were sure we liked it here. Finally, last summer we decided on a budget (again) and we started looking yet again. Well, then The Husband got sick and yadda, yadda, yadda… still no house. So now here we are again, still renting and looking at houses. It’s actually kind of fun… (hear the sarcasm?)
Anyway, today we saw a house, it was ok, but the yard… enormous… the landscaping… gorgeous… fruit trees, beautiful flowers, so much land… but way over budget (of course!) and the house was tragic… but we seriously thought about it for a few hours, that’s how great this piece of land was.
Then we brought our feet firmly back to earth and realized that the cost of maintaining this wonderfully landscaped ginormous yard would’ve eaten into all of our mortgage budget, so here we are, looking for something to buy….again.
We have finally reached a decision, though, we’re going to start looking for land to build, cause there is no way we are going to find our dream house readymade in Italy.
The Boy and The Girl came with us, they were both amazingly well behaved. The Boy fell in love with the owner’s dog. This fact scared me to no end. It was a cute, mangy, old , little black dog, and The Boy spent the entire time going “Mama, wow, wow” (that’s what we call dogs), and then turning to the dog and going “wow, wow, come on!”. And of course the dog, Arthur, followed us everywhere we went. Why am I scared, you asked? Because I have never, ever, ever wanted a dog. I like them just fine, as long as they belong to other people. I am NOT a dog person. I believe that animals need to be with people that are going to love them like children, so I don’t want a dog. All this to say that I’m dreading the day when The Boy is going to come home begging us to get one, because I’ll say no and be the bad guy, his dad will cave in 30 seconds (he’s a dog person) and be the good guy and guess who’ll have to take care of the dog when it’s here…
So basically, note to self: Do not bring kids house hunting.