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Thursday 31 January 2002
We looked at 6 or so houses on Saturday.
Three hours of springing up and down on floorboards, tapping
on walls (for what? I'm not sure, but everyone else was doing
it), marveling at air conditioning and wondering about water
stains. We have chosen an area that is very suburban and much
further out from the city than I have ever lived before. It
does have it's good points, apart from the low house prices
which is the main reason for the location choice. Apparently
there is a great fresh food market, there are plenty of tree
lined streets, a lot of good Asian restaurants and Asian groceries,
a lot of public transport, some nice cottages and some nice
parks. Unfortunately it's seriously lacking in bookshops,
cafes, pubs and people aged between 17 and 45. We felt quite
fraudulent walking around and inspecting bedrooms with loads
of other folks who looked much more serious than either of
us, much more family-ish, much more well equipped to deal
with the idea of a lifetime of mortgage and spending that
lifetime in these quiet streets. There was one place we really
(really) liked that is now referred to as the "Dream
Home". Space, light, garden, nooks and crannies. Dream
home will almost definitely remain a dream home as it only
just scrapes into our range and as it is due to go to auction,
it is likely to exceed even our "stay at home for the
rest of our lives and eat rice" outer limit. Sigh. I'm
really not sure what we are doing.
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