Housing Plans

I had no idea Ed Bradley was even sick. That's a damn shame.

I spent my lunch hour going with a co-worker to view her soon-to-be-available rental house. You guys, it's a cute house! It has a big, breezy front porch and a great fenced back yard with an in-ground swimming pool (!), and it's in a great neighborhood with a pretty park with a duck pond a few blocks away. Hardwood floors, two fireplaces (one decorative, one working), roomy kitchen, laundry room, three bedrooms, one of which connects to a den and can easily be converted into an office or family room or whatever, and for at least the next six months they'll be renting it in our price range!

The only catch--of course there's a catch--is that she and her husband think they want to ask for more in six months (apparently they plan to continue property improvements while somebody's living there) and, well, we don't want to have to move again in six months if they want more rent than we can afford. Especially not if we love living there, which we totally would.

So we're each going to discuss it with our respective husbands and see what they have to say on the matter. She flinched when I mentioned our pets, so that might be a dealbreaker right there. But she says they want to be sure they get "trustworthy tenants," and she feels I'd fit the bill. She's also a really nice lady who seems eager to help out a couple of newlyweds. So we'll see. It would be awesome if this works out (and we can spend Christmas in our very own place), but I'm not going to get my hopes up too high.

Needless to say, I haven't gotten much writing done today.