Movin' On Up

For those of you unaware, I am a total real estate stalker. Probably twice a week (or more often, if I'm procrastinating at the office) I'm scouring my favorite local realtor's website. I have my set price range and zip code I search. Always looking for a 3 bedroom, 2 bath minimum situation. Then I can sort through all my other wish-list items, like a 4th bedroom/bonus room/den/office or walk-in closets, an eat-in kitchen with granite counters and stainless steel appliances.

I swear, I don't need much!

But then I found this house. Sure, from the outside, it's nothing crazy special. Until I tell you that it's on our most favorite street in the area. And the yard is just big enough to be pretty, but small enough to keep Puff from cursing me. Think of all the parties we could host!

Never mind it's over 2000 square feet (wheras The Bungalow is like 1300) and it has 3 giant bedrooms, walk-in closets, an eat-in kitchen with marble counters, separate living room PLUS a den, 2 full AND 2 half baths, and yeah... this...

I'm totally sold. Sure, it's at the tippy-top of our price range, but in this economy, there's room for negotiations, right? I'm conveniently ignoring the fact that we don't have any reason to move right now. And if we did, we'd have to sell our house first. I just go through phases... and with having to bat middle-schoolers off our property with a stick last Friday, I'm about to throw in the towel.

In the meantime, I'll just dream of this perfect house. And curse the new owners every time I drive past!