Bill and I went house hunting a few weeks ago in East Texas.
We'd love five acres to enjoy on weekends and during our retirement.
We found a property that was just about perfect.
It was wooded but had some open space for a garden.
It had great views of a pond, hills and a log cabin.
There was a quirky building that could be used as income potential.
The building had a large living, dining, sleeping area with a kitchen and bathroom.
Bill was intrigued by the shop.
I'm always a little intrigued by junky storage.
The little house was adorable on the outside.
It had some darling features.
The craftsmanship was outstanding.
There was so much I could do to it to tweak it and make it us.
The kitchen was new and
so were the bathrooms.
In the end there was something we couldn't wrap our brains and hearts around.
It was a mobile home.
I'm not a snob and I could live in a mobile home.
I just don't want it to look like one.
It didn't until you look at the ceilings and the walls.
It was tempting but it just wasn't meant to be.
It didn't make my heart sing.
We'll know it when it's the right one.
Have a great day and thanks for coming along.