You’re Not Supposed to Fall in Love with a House

Friday, May 18th

Yesterday I emailed our Realtor that we are very interested in the Charming House. He emailed the listing agent, who said it was completely available.

After bowling tonight, Good Man and I went to the Charming House to check out the neighborhood at night.

It was 10:30. We sat in front of the house with the windows down.

A buzz and hum of insects. A few cars driving by.

Wonderful.

“We’re going to buy this house,” Good Man said.

“We haven’t even seen the inside.”

“Who cares? We will buy this house.”

***

Don’t fall in love with a house!” a coworker admonished.

“I know. We haven’t even seen the inside. But we’ve been to that house three times this week. I want that house.”

“You haven’t even seen the inside.”

“I know. I want that house.”

I have been looking at homes online for over six months. We’ve been doing quick drive-bys. I know that good-looking houses come, and then they sell, and then another one comes to market. I know there will always be another house.

But tonight I want to believe Good Man.