we have raised this to a fine art. we surf & hunt & email each other listings. okay, i am getting excited about the move...deciding on WHERE is where the frustration skips to the beat of my heart. that man has freaking moved me all over this country and he knows this is IT. he has coined this hunt as the 'deathpalace hunt' since it is the search for our last home. he told me last night that i will break my hip first, but not if i push him down the stoop first, right?
it will come down to the best location for page with either a commute to the office (LI) or into the city. he has the hardest job in this decision and i just get to look and critique. is it really this hard to find an original kitchen & bathrooms in a home in a good school district that hasn't been cheesed out? no, i don't want marble or brass. i just want original. funky is okay, shiny is not.
he had refused to even consider brooklyn since he needs his 'elbow room'...but he was either teasing me last night or he is spending his lunch money on crack, because he showed me this...i wouldn't change anything about the kitchen except paint it and maybe remove that stool that the phone is sitting on. i love the sink, the stove, everything. okay, it looks like rats have been having babies in some corners but i love this place and would even give up my car to have it. i love the jungle in the back and that is a perfect size for me to garden.
this place is past grand army plaza, so close to the library, so close to BBG...we lived on the other side of prospect park in windsor terrace.
am off to go pour another cup of java & chase it with thoughts of farrell's.