Anyone who knows me knows I am a true blue "Roomie", but only a few know about my other vice. Addicted to dreaming of the ways I could happily live out my life in a house other than the one in which I currently reside, I stand up and say to you, "Hello, my name is Jan and I am a "Homie"." (And I'm not talking of the "what it do" variety).
Anyone who knows me well, also knows that I have been in love with the town of Port Costa, CA since I attended a painting class in high school, and went there for the first time. The only way to buy a house in this little town of 250 residents is wait until someone dies! My brother has lived there for over 20 years, and keeps me apprised.
My current Homie fantasy plays out in this house, which I recently had the obsessive need to meet. Prepare for delusions in three...two...one: I could use the huge formal dining area as my art studio, guestroom and dining room! The lace curtains I've held onto for 5 years would look perfect in the over-sized bay window! I would not have to stub my toe on the other furniture in the master bedroom every time I change the sheets on my king-sized bed! I could have an island in the kitchen! I could have two separate sitting areas in the parlor! There's room to build a deck for a hot tub on the side yard! My husband could park his 1965 Cobra in the 1200 sq. ft. garage below (oops, that's his fantasy!)!!!
The real estate agent did not need to point out the original oak floors inlaid with mahogany at each room's threshold, the electrified gas lights, the French doors with vintage glass knobs, the original subway tile on the bathroom walls and penny tile on the floor, The wood ironing board in it's own narrow vertical cabinet, the coved-crown molding throughout, huge bedrooms and closets, or the enormous built-in in the kitchen. I spotted those all on mine own.
He was kind enough to intimately introduce me, however, to the crumbling foundation, the outdated electrical, plumbing, gas lines and the $20,000 termite estimate. But, even THAT doesn't pop my bubble--now I'm hoping someone else will buy it, bring it all up to code (and PLEEZE paint all those French doors white!) and sell it at a ridiculously low price that even my husband will not be able to say "no."!!! It's a sickness, I know.
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