Jill and I were watching House Hunters the other night. This show was especially interesting to us since we recently bought a house. But the houses in that show are nothing like the ones we looked at.
House Hunters typically involves an attractive young couple looking to purchase a home. Apparently, only pretty people buy houses. And for some reason, these hot twenty-year-olds are always drowning in cash. I’m not sure where the average 25-year-old gets $500,000, but it happens a lot on this show.
They look at three houses, and they’re all gorgeous. But they reject one of them because the light in the bathroom shower stall isn’t bright enough. They reject the second one because they don’t like the color of the bedroom doorknob. In fact, the girl nearly has a heart attack when she sees that shade of mauve sticking out of a door. Then they buy the third house and live happily ever after with their kids or their puppies or whatever. I generally find myself hoping a gang of circus midgets moves in next door and parks a giant RV in the middle of their paradise.
Jill and I are excited to be moving into our new place. It’s a well maintained 100-year-old house with personality. Come on over sometime.