Monday, June 13, 2005

the villita

i went back to it yesterday and there were a couple of boys looking at it. that did not make me happy. if i get the place i will have to de-cootify it... ha aa - shit. sandy is has been sick so she has not told the real estate guys to re-counter their offer. they have been calling me and calling me - they should be calling her. i think they are greedy bastards. but apparently they are ready to deal... i think. what i've gathered, they are asking too much for the house - compared to what the other places on the street have sold for in the last few years. but what i have seen, the breaking point for a house you don't have to fuck with too much is $225k. my folks thought it would be around $150 - not here - rochester, yes. here - they are shit holes - daylight through baseboards, gunshot neighborhoods... no thanks. a couple weekends ago i looked at houses in the $200 and they were okay, but weird. for example, second floors that were equivalent to the 7 1/2 floor on being john malcovich, bathrooms that looked like i put them in, kitchens that are about the size of what i have already. it's terribly interesting to see the variation in prices and what you get with them. i did look at an adorable house in oakley $230ish - it was a little cabin, so cute - not fucked in any real way - it sold the next day. i'm not interested in moving to the west side. i know nothing of it and whenever i drive there i feel uncomfortable - there's no personality - or i should say, i'm not sure what it is yet. at least here, i'm starting to get a feel of the areas, the yuppie places, the hippy places, the ghetto-ey places, the young family places. i ain't ready to suburbia yet... i don't know that i ever will be - ultimately, i want a secret little place with a gravel driveway, with trees hiding the house, my garden, my fella, my stupid dog and cat... quiet. the wind rustling the trees, no screaming children - unless their mine - and then still - no screaming kids... no sirens, the smell of wood fire, good food, my night flowers that bloom at dusk... that's what i want. i don't think that's much to ask.

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