Currently I live in two places. The majority of the time I’m settled in my two bedroom apartment with my daughter. It’s a nice place, but it’s an apartment. Don’t get me wrong; it has it’s up points like an on call maintenance staff, a convenient pool and hot tub and the absence of lawn care. But, again, it’s an apartment. I have never seen the person that lives upstairs, but I know he exists because I believe he likes to tap dance and juggle watermelons in the wee hours of the morning. He also seems to drop a lot of things in the shower because it echos into mine and about scares me half to death each morning. There is also no garage, and no place but a parking lot for Al to play outside in.

When my daughter is not with me or when the feeling strikes us, we pack it up and head to Ken’s place. He rents a house, but it is really not much larger than our apartment. It does have a basement, but it leaks. It does have an outside space for Al to run around in, but there is a crazy lady across the street that will invite herself into the play time if we aren’t on the look out. Seriously… if we aren’t careful, we will find her in the living room. Also since I am anal retentive neat and clean and a bit nuts enjoy domestic chores, I am currently keeping up both homes.

Well, it’s time for change. I miss having a place where I don’t have to ask permission to paint… a place where Al can ride her bike and torment neighbors… a place large enough that we all don’t have to be in ear shot of one another. I miss having a house. It’s also time for Ken and I to combine efforts and create a home together. It just makes sense… both practically and economically.

So, Ken and I have set out on our quest. With the aide of our trusty buyer’s agent, armed with only an outline of what we need and an organized binder, we will find our future home. We are fully prepared for the challenge. Our perfect place is out there waiting for us. Wish us luck on our journey.