Do you remember last fall when we were building our dream house? Then the builders and the plumbers had a "oopsy daisy" in communication. And busted/damaged/screwed over our "post-tension concrete". Ryan & I were the one's to discover this one dreamy Sunday evening. And we got out of the contract, thank you to the benefits of a VA loan. We now live just a few miles away from that house. When we 1st moved, we'd check it out every once in awhile. I'd cackle, saying "Thank God we got out of that trap!! It's not even that nice" Well, yesterday I went for a run - and I happened to run by our "was gonna be home". And there was big, yellow "SOLD" sign in front of it. It was standing there exactly how we desigend it. It had the gorgeous bricks, the warm tuscany-style colors, the Birds of Paradise plants in front as we chose. I got a little sentimental..... I then realized that house is NOT for us. Our dream ...
Ruminations of a runner and recipe-maker, who serves up ranty cynicisms from time to time.