This is not based on scientific fact, but intuitively, I believe that houses have personalities, and therefore each house has something of merit to offer. House shopping feels somewhat like lining up the all the sweet little puppies, knowing only one will leave the litter and be your faithful companion.
Fortunately, S. had a few stipulations for our new abode, one of them being the house must increase in value while we're enjoying it. It is also extremely fortunate that we agreed upon which house would do that for us.
As soon as our offer was accepted, I felt a little sorry for the houses that fell by the wayside. Is that weird? It was like I got to know them a little, like a person, and then said: "I know you tried really, really hard, and I like you. But this is where we part. Sorry."
Poor little orphan houses. I hope they find someone to love them.
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cool.. very intersting..
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