"Choose your soup"

We began our search for a home yesterday. Pretty houses, lots of potential. The realtor was direct about her thoughts on each house. There were two that stood out.

The first is a rambly ranch. Rooms are laid out in an unusual fashion. There is a shop.

The second has a greenhouse, funny second floor, decent footage and a ridiculous extra - the closet that connects two rooms. A feature I never would've imagined as an option, were I to build a house. The closet is perfectly normal otherwise - it appears to have been created out of a door between the rooms - guess the house is that old. Meaning that folks probably used chests or armoirs to house their clothes. So there weren't any closets.

We saw a third space: a 1920's craftsman just completely rife with charm. Front porch, each room with a view, huge yard. It had an upstairs area that would need work - a lot of work, to make it easily saleable -- but was charming and open, making the most of the available space. It's just that the space is awkward and kind of funny.

It was lovely to do this with Jason -- we are both so careful with each other's needs and that is obvious throughout the process. We are both so concerned with making sure we'll have what we need, we are paying a lot of attention to the details.

I'm writing stories about the houses, drawing layouts in my journal. It's fascinating to attach to the goal, vs. the building expectations. It appears to assist the process.