Day 2:

I'm mystified how someone thinks they can sell a $290,000 home without bothering to wash the dog urine out of the carpet.

I clearly have no interest in any home that is designed with interlocking square boxes. I'd much rather have to custom build every piece of furniture to fit obtuse and acute angles. I'm so happy our friends were able to connect us with an agent that actually has personality (Mom read: visible tattoos and piercings), it saves us from having to explain our prefernces.

There was a clear winner on Day 2. A small culdesac with a planted island in the center. A blue house (that would look good in mold green) tucked behind some trees. A short walkway lit by solar powered landscaping lamps leading up to a lattice work front door.

The front room is open to the back of the house and the pond in the back yard. The room is distinctly triangular, clearly matching the shape of the lot. The kithen is around the corner and more than just triangular, its got nooks and wedges and is seperated from the dining area by a counter top island.

A staircase leads to an assortment of oddly shaped rooms with the master bedroom being the largest. ANd of course the master bedroom is set up perfectly for us to add a screened in porch and french doors that overlook the pond.

Yes! The pure bliss of mentally moving into a home. That is why I'm not the one making the important decisions.

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