If you’re an HGTV
fan like I am, that is the question we
devoted fans of House Hunters ask
ourselves routinely during the last two minutes of every half-hour
segment. We’ve followed the happy, and
oftentimes highly critical couple, on
their odyssey to find their perfect dream home!
A home in which they can grow old together…raise their family together,
make babies there to fill the house with laughter and the patter of little
feet. Their life-long plans unfold right
before our eyes, as we learn their likes, their dislikes, their budgets, their
inner struggles--well maybe not their inner struggles--but we do seem to make
that deep connection with them. We even want what’s best for them. As viewers,
we are even willing to sacrifice our own tastes in houses for the good of what
the struggling couple wants.
And now we agonize with them. Can they possibly reduce their three
favorites down to two? Can they
eliminate one? Maybe one is over budget? “You’ll be house poor,” we admonish
them. “Been there, done that,” we chastise them, as they smile and picture
grilling on the large trek deck patio, entertaining 50 of their closest friends
with steaks and lobsters.
Or…“It’s next to a major highway; don’t pick that house!”
we
scream through the television or computer, as they stand in the back yard on tippy-toes, looking up at a row of tall arborvitae and a ten foot high fence while listening to sirens and honking vehicles speed down a major highway at 80 MPH. We’re hoping that telepathy, and our sound, objective voice will be heard by this couple.
scream through the television or computer, as they stand in the back yard on tippy-toes, looking up at a row of tall arborvitae and a ten foot high fence while listening to sirens and honking vehicles speed down a major highway at 80 MPH. We’re hoping that telepathy, and our sound, objective voice will be heard by this couple.
Or…”It’s in the pathway of oncoming planes? Can you not
hear them? Don’t pick that house!” But they seem to be distracted by the beautiful
stainless steel appliances and the open floorplan they’ve always dreamed of,
and oh-h-h… look at the beautiful granite countertops! “But wait….” we shout!
“Be practical. You don’t want to hear
jumbo jets at 3:00AM, do you?” We tell them. We plead, ever the voice of sanity
and reason.
Or… “Your dream
home is on a winding country road, winding its way into the middle of nowhere!
And, you’ll have a four hour commute to work-- one way,” we tell them. And that’s from experience, since we’ve
made that same mistake before. Indeed, we have their backs throughout this
entire house hunting process—if they
would only have the common decency to listen to us, that is.
My dialogue went something like this:
“Well, dear, I think we should eliminate the most
expensive one. It’s way over our heads
budget-wise. I loved the condo on the
second floor, across the street from the harbor. It’s right next to where our
daughter’s childhood friend lived. But,
there’s only one major problem. They
don’t accept two dogs. Shall we write
them a letter telling them we will be good stewards of this condo and lovingly
restore it? Then we can slip in the part about having two dogs, instead of the
one dog with the 35 pound weight restriction?
Oops! We have two dogs, but together they both equal the 35 pound weight
limit. We can’t possibly live without our dogs, both of them. Max is old, almost
100 years old in doggie years. Shall we ask for pet amnesty for Max? (We
actually did write that letter!) After all, there are only a few units in this
condo complex, and three of them are on the market. I really want to put a bid
in on the second floor condo. But it’s
only got a pee-a-boo view of the harbor? But it’s such an awesome view from the
second floor. We could offer a cash deal. Fingers crossed that they might allow us to
bring our two dogs with us.
That leaves the condo in The Gardens. It’s reasonably
priced, and all completely renovated with (BONUS)
--granite countertops (Yay), and all ‘real’ wood cabinetry! And it’s on the
first floor with loads of light and a lovely view of the trees. And it’s walkable to the downtown and
Fisherman’s Village. Did I mention, they don’t have a problem taking two dogs? They also have a heated pool-- which the
second floor condo is missing.
It’s settled then. We both know which one we want. Are we in agreement? Let’s tell Kate (our daughter). She’ll be so
excited. But we’ll just wait until we
see if we can actually ‘plead our case for two dogs instead of the one dog
limit! Oh, and did you tell the condo
association-- in writing-- that we’ll never-ever have two dogs again? Promise
on my mother’s grave! But Max and Oliver
must come with us wherever we go! Swear to God, that’s how the dialogue is
going. Just like Cameron Diaz in the movie, The
Holiday, where her job is to write movie trailers, and she can’t get them
out of her head. She plays out her own pitiful
life in movie trailers, too.
Fingers crossed. …and
think good thoughts. Our real-life movie
trailer plays out in a couple of days. Stay
tuned—“Which house did they pick?”