De Ce Monde Secret de l’ Amelie Americaine

He’s older, but not too old, headed in a good direction, and lives on a respectable family block. He had provided well for his previous family…all three daughters happy and well adjusted, had grown up under his insulated roof. They were extremely ambivalent when their mother had decided to move on and let him go. He was the only home they had ever known.

He was smaller than most houses on his block, but charming and well maintained. He wasn’t perfect, but he had all the right qualities…clean, remodeled, sunny rooms, and enough quirky characteristics to make him seem interesting and one of a kind.

But it was not meant to be, at least not right now. My offer on this home was not accepted. The only region that has failed to accept the down turn in real estate is New York. Despite the writing on the wall, prices and expectations are still highly unrealistic. And as much as I would love to make it work, I don’t want to put myself into a awkward, or difficult financial situation either.

So I’ve decided to embrace a new approach, go out on far more prospective dates and opens houses, and see what is out there. I will try, for the time being to not zero in so quickly on a home, and try to make it my own, unless it is absolutely the “right choice.” Ughh! It pains me to have to be out there again. During our brief romance, my imagination went into overdrive as I dreamed about our prospective life together. There is nothing more I want right now, that feel the safety and loving embrace of my own home.

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