Calico and I certainly influence one another. That’s not always a good thing.
We’re continuing our housing search and making some progress. We both agree that we’ll be leaving Memphis after Calico finishes school, so rental property is our first choice. The top floor of a high-rise condominium is tempting after all the flooding. It’s not the best choice for a bouncy border collie or an active child, however. A one level house is best for me, close to college works for Calico, and Miss Muffin wants a yard and lots of children her age. Carpeting is out. Storage is a big plus. Three bedrooms and a dedicated space for work and homeschool are essentials. The list is endless. Had I mentioned we didn’t want to pay more than $700 per month?
We began to search online, getting a better sense of neighborhoods and prices.
“Ooh, you’ve got to see this.”
“That certainly is gorgeous, Calico. Space wouldn’t be a problem. Are you sure that’s under $700?”
“A bit more.”
A bit more soon translates into a four million dollar home. At this point, I should steer her back to reality. It’s not a rental and it’s not in Memphis. Do I ask her how she landed on a Charleston real estate site? I don’t have to. I’m always following unrelated links. Do I steer her off the site and back to Memphis?
“What’s the url for that Charleston real estate?” I ask.
We admire the gorgeous mansions, the beautiful views, and the water. Perhaps we’ll get a yacht as well. We reminisce about a trip through that area in 2000. Twenty minutes later, we yank ourselves away from Charleston real estate and head back to Memphis.
Do you doubt we’ll find a house at this rate? Have faith. We’ve already targeted two neighborhoods and found a couple of houses we’d like to view. I’ll keep you posted.