"This place is totally haunted," Chuck will say, poring over a ramshackle bungalow filled with snow babies.
One of us brings to the house-hunting table a down payment and pre-approval for a loan. The other one of us brings a sunny disposition and a winning smile.
I graduated from high school with our real estate agent. (Go Eagles!) He showed us two houses this week, one in West Duluth and one in the East Hillside area. The former is still tickling my brain. I can't decide if it was awesome, or if distance has distorted my memory of it. I just doubled back to the online photos, and played the montage over and over while listening to "Take My Breath Away" by Berlin. That house is like a boyfriend that enlisted in the Army.
As for the East Hillside house: totally haunted.
Basically I'm seeing that being a real estate agent is a lot like being CSI: Duluth. He carries a flashlight in his back pocket. We wander the house, opening strangers' closets and making sure there is a dishwasher. Meanwhile, he's on his hands and knees next to one of those huge basement structures checking the font on the label of the furnace and saying: "This company doesn't even exist anymore. And this label was made in the 1960s. This thing is gonna blow."
I'm mentally chopping onions on the ample counter space; he flashes a beam of light to the base boards. "Looks like they didn't quite finish the trim here."
For many years I've thought that I might want to be a real estate agent. I now suspect that what I found appealing was the sound of high heels on hardwood floors, and the idea of a pencil skirt.
So, that is what we are up to here. Wake up, Chuck points out houses he's found. I send emails littered with an uncharacteristic amount of emoticons to our real estate agent. Later I look at listings suggested by CSI: Duluth, and text Chuck with the deets.
The most surprising thing in all of this is that I spent yesterday monitoring whether the home buyer tax credit was going to be extended. That is the most boring sentence I've ever written in my life.
But you know what isn't boring? Open houses tomorrow.