Like the first house we looked at, this one was also twenty minutes down the road and on the way to Papa's house. Anything close to Papa's house is a bonus. I like spending time there. Papa's Wife is one of the few people I can communicate in French with, because she speaks oh so slowly to me. The woman must have a great deal of patience. Bless her.
We pulled up outside. First problem with it was obvious immediately, it was next to a school. That could be annoying. Little chirpy voices and such.
Where Potential Home 1 had a garage that was a black hole into the abyss that I almost killed myself falling into, this one had a garage that replaced the front door. No front door! It's a garage door! Is that how you want to walk in and out of the house everyday? No. Of course The Husband didn't have a problem with this.
Walking into the garage, you turned right and into a nice entry with a gorgeous rock wall. Why couldn't they have just put a front door there? That would have made all the difference. Poppycock!
Up the staircase we went and into a large open living room/ dining room/ kitchen with high ceilings. It was looking very promising except for that whole garage door entry thing.
The bathroom was next to the kitchen and it had just been redone, very modern and clean. And the kitchen was actually a decent size.
But then we hit another snag. The bedroom was a loft above the living room. Where the living room had all the ceiling space, the bedroom's ceiling was made for hobbit sized people which we are not. Also, no closets and not much room to put clothes.
The Husband's response to the clothes storage problem, "You can put the clothes downstairs."
"Um, ok. No." Looney tunes.
Potential Home 2 was looking less and less promising; the garage entry door, hobbit bedroom, and the staircase up to the loft had no banister. No banister on a skinny staircase; once again, we're facing a wine related disaster.
They brought us back downstairs through the garage to another room behind it. Who designed this place? So there's another room, potentially another bedroom or office but it's behind the garage? That's poppycock!
(I'm loving the word 'poppycock' at the moment).
The room behind the garage was a nice size and had built in closets. It would make a much better bedroom than the loft, but why oh why do you have to walk through the garage to get there? Poppycock!
And then, we were brought to the back garden, through the only door to get there; in that room behind the garage. The layout of this place is less than convenient.
The view was breathtaking. Like really beautiful. That type of view that you can stare out at in the morning with a cup of coffee and watch the sunrise or a glass of wine in the evening as the sun sets and just stare in awe and count your lucky stars that you are one of the blessed people lucky enough to have that view. And while I was standing there admiring that beautiful view, a mosquito bit me in the face.
Well that's not a good omen.