Oh, how I love house hunting…
There are the great houses that vanish all too quickly, the great houses with some major flaw (like being directly under high-tension wires), the older homes in need of updates, the houses with inexplicable floor-plans, the listings that inaccurately list the number of rooms… Then lastly, there are the houses that sit on the market forever and no one quite knows why. We’ve been seeing a LOT of those houses. Sometimes there’s only one odd thing or we’re just not sure. (Certainly no homeowner is going to tell you if the basement is wet; it’s up to you to smell and/or find the mold.) Other times every single thing about the house is just off.
We were at exactly such a house the other day. The owner was following my husband around like white on rice, but that left me free to look around. And in one of the many basement closets, I find a door, literally, a locked door within the basement closet. I call my husband over and move to open the door, but the owner comes over and tells me not to. He claims that his cousin lives in there. I say, “Can’t we just knock first?”, but the owner is emphatic that we don’t open the door. Very very weird. Who has their cousin live in the basement when there are three empty bedrooms on the second floor?
The house was really big, and really cheap for the amount of space, but I’m convinced that secret room is the reason. There’s probably some sort of discount for houses where serial killers live. And the ghosts come free! (Actually, two people died in our current house, but we’ve never heard or seen them, probably because they died natural deaths.) I doubt murdered people make for very benevolent ghosts. Even though that house is huge, I just can’t do it.
The other tricky thing is the issue of school districts. The district that’s known for having the best special education program (including a program for adult transition) is also in one of the most expensive areas. Luckily for us, the market has taken an absolute beating, but it still feels weird to be looking in a neighborhood full of big houses, tiny dogs, and foreign luxury cars.
Four Things About Me:
1. I have a basset hound. Bassett hounds are not tiny.
2. I’m originally from Michigan.
3. My dad is a plumber.
4. He would have a heart attack if we bought a foreign car.
Guess who will never fit in a neighborhood with big houses and tiny dogs? Ugh. It also pushes us further away from school, which is already a commute for me. So, we continue to look in other districts even though we probably won’t buy in them. I’m not sure if we should move now with the market at an all-time low or just wait until I’m done with school.
Would you buy a house that you thought was haunted and/or being sold to you by a serial killer?
For today’s recipe: Sausage and Garbanzo Beans
16 oz garbanzo beans, rinsed and drained
1 medium onion, chopped
16 oz Italian sausage
15 oz diced tomatoes with Italian herbs
3/4 cup red wine
Brown the sausage in a medium-sized frying pan. Add tomatoes, beans, onion, and red wine. Simmer over medium heat 12-15 minutes or until the sausage is cooked and the sauce is beginning to thicken. We usually have this with a crusty bread or rice. It’s super easy and tasty.
Sadly, I do not have any recipes for blood sausage…