Monthly Archives: August 2013

I’ve no idea if this is venomous…and don’t want to find out the hard way.

My realtor tells me the market has been incredibly soft for the last two months, and that with the summer coming to a close, he expects things to pick up. I have a showing tomorrow (perhaps they’ll be charmed into … Continue reading →

I’m decidedly un-hip, but my neighborhood, Northside, is quite hip indeed – or perhaps “bohemian” is the better term. For years, it was touted as an “emerging” neighborhood; when I bought my house, it was at best in the nascent … Continue reading →

It occurs to me that my wish for a new (old) house is my version of a midlife crisis. I turned 45 today, and if family genetics bear out, that is indeed about midway of this my mortal life. Hell … Continue reading →

I’m selling my house not because I want a new one, but because I want a particular new one – a 1915 Craftsman-style home, for which I’m currently under contract contingent upon mine selling. (It may have been the yard … Continue reading →

Whether or not I end up moving (my fingers remain crossed it will happen), it seemed appropriate to begin divesting myself of stuff I don’t use, wear or need – and even culling those things I do use or wear, … Continue reading →