My wife is sighing in the kitchen as she chops vegetables for our dinner soup. We've been trying to buy a house for several months now. Originally, we were looking into a program where the county was helping to subsidize some new home building in a city neighborhood here in St. Louis. But, that program turned out to be different than advertised so we had to abandon it for financial reasons. For the past two weeks, we've been looking around with our agent at a few different neighborhoods. Yesterday, when we were looking at houses in South St. Louis city, we knew that would be the neighborhood we'll call home. It is old, diverse, and city-ish. The specific neighborhood we're focusing on (Bevo Mill) has a high population of Bosnian immigrants, so that would be neat.
To make a long story less so, we found a house we loved. Loved. It was a 75-year old house, rehabbed into beautiful condition, with two bedrooms on the main floor and another one in the partially finished basement. We thought that was going to be our home for the foreseeable future. We took the night to think it over, and then decided to make an offer today. Alas!--about 2 hours before we were scheduled to meet our agent for the signing of many papers, she called and broke the news to us that the house went under contract last night. It's sad, and so are we. Maybe it's wrong to get so attached to material possessions (especially possessions that we don't own yet), but that's the way of things. So, we'll be sighing for a while.
boon-dog-gle: (noun) work of little or no value done merely to keep or look busy.
free: (adjective) provided without, or not subject to, a charge or payment.
"The Bible tells us to love our neighbors, and also to love our enemies; probably because they are generally the same people."