Saturday, February 28, 2009

No more Delaware

If you've been reading my blog long, you know that Adam and I really want to buy a house. Ever since we were married we've enjoyed driving around on Sundays and looking at really nice houses. We still will take detours into nice neighborhoods sometimes just to look at the huge, expensive homes. I have an on-going list of homes in the area that are in our price range, so just in case they stay on the market, and just in case we actually decide to buy a house, that we will know some options. It's a little silly, but it's something to do when I'm bored. Today we drove down to Delaware to check out six houses in Claymont and Wilmington area. We like to actually go out and do things together on Saturdays, just to get out of the house.

By and large, we were disappointed, but then again, now we know that it's not worth the half hour commute (at least) for Adam to be able to have cheaper property taxes. About half the houses were in decent neighborhoods. One was appealing on the outside. The other two were all right, but nothing special. But the clincher for us was the whole town of Claymont. It might have had something to do with the gray, overcast skies, but the whole place looked a little rundown. All the houses were about fifty years old, and while many of them had been updated and had new paint, the stores and shops looked pretty rundown. Anyone we saw walking around looked unhappy. The kids were all overweight (Actually, I'm not sure what that has to do with anything, but Adam noticed it.) While we were there we drove to Jo-Ann fabrics and we drove through a heavy industrial area. I figured Jo-Ann's would be in a nicer area. Nope. It was in a big shopping area right in the middle of all the mills and factories. Industry is fine, but definitely does not make a nice-looking neighborhood.

So we headed home. About halfway there Katrina was done. She started crying and didn't let up for 20 minutes. Finally, at a stop light, I was able to reach her sippy cup which had dropped out of her seat. She spent the last ten minutes gulping her water, crying at stop lights, but being quieter. Poor girl. After we got home and she ate, I let her walk a little with her lion, and she was so happy to be running around. She's asleep now. Oh never mind. I just heard her playing in her crib.

So yet another housing dream dies. That's all right. We love our apartment. It's stayed relatively clean all week. I wasn't even embarrassed for my in-laws to see our bedroom the other day. The bed was even made! I haven't made my bed regularly for years. But I've been doing it this week. No clothes on the floor by the closet (though a few of mine on the sewing machine from when I get lazy), all of Katrina's are put away, there are no unfolded loads in the dryer. Plus, we have the cutest nursery in the world. So whenever we get the housing envy bug, it's still nice to reflect on how much we like where we live now. (see below, in summer. That's actually the building across from ours, but ours is almost identical.)

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