We're back to square one finding a house in the Sacramento area. The owner countered with a whisker drop in price and an unwillingness to correct any of the problems identified in the inspection and pest report. The reports showed significant, and I mean expensive, significant, can't get a loan without correcting - issues. He wanted to sell the house "as is" -- and the inspector hadn't even been able to check everything because the water and gas were turned off. So, we decided to pass. We could have ended up with a real can of worms. Sigh. Such a pretty house, too. But we will find something. Of that, I am sure.
We've been running around fixing little things here and there on our place. Brett spent all day outside mowing. I ran errands and hid the clutter in the house. Dinner was simple. I made a dressing with fresh raspberries, blue cheese, pecans, raspberry vinegar and olive oil.
Then I tossed together some spinach, the dressing, more raspberries, cheese and nuts. I topped it with chicken I had roasted. While I was cutting up the chicken, I pulled off the crunchy skin and shoved it in my mouth. I just love crispy skin. Fresh bread on the side and a bottle of pinot noir.
This relocating business is a lot of work. I can't even escape at night -- I dream about offers on homes and temporary apartments and my new job... all night long.