I was in Austin so house hunting was on the short short list. In May, I met our realtor for the first time even though we’ve been exchanging emails for almost a year. She’s great! A hoot, in fact. I’m starting to get a sense of how hard this search is getting to be. I so naively thought I could search on-line, send her an email, jaunt over, then sign a contract. Viola! :-) Voila!!
Um, no. It isn’t happening like that. First, pictures can be very deceiving–VERY. One house that was so cute in the pictures with a wide back porch, a view to get lost in, was an obstacle course to get to. Miles down Coon Neck Road (I’m not kidding), up a hill past concertina wire topped fences, next to a mobile home with a herd of dachshunds, we pull in. The house is cute. Except– there is nowhere to park. A giant hole has eaten part of the hill and driveway.
My agent turns to me and says with a straight face, “Oh, look, a koi pond.” She didn’t even need to ask if I wanted to go inside. If I’d purchased this place, I’m sure I could have had a side business of raising mosquitos for OFF. On the long drive back to civilization, I thought I heard banjo music.
“Riverfront” doesn’t always mean access to the water. While walking the property, I stepped on a snake. What is it with me and snakes? Can they not feel me coming? I’m not a petite lady and I know I shake the ground (plus a lot else) when I walk. Anyway, the bank is a nice ten foot drop through poison ivy to the Colorado River. Uh, no. When we drove to this house, I was sure HOARDERS was coming to film.
I did find a house I liked. It sits on top of a hill with a breeze despite the 100+ temperature. So many trees no need to mow as there is NO grass. The house has been empty for a while, the landscaping nonexistent and a few of the neighbors are just plain creepy.