John's inspection of the house was a roller coaster. He went through the house pointing at everything that needed to be replaced—which was EVERYTHING. I followed him defending the cost of EVERYTHING and tried to show him a little HGTV vision. Jason wouldn't get in the middle at all, but thankfully he did measure every single room. Even when he didn't want to. The master bathroom is embarrassingly small—so much so Jason didn't want to tell me how small. Through it all - John did like the house, a lot. He knew the potential.
Carlsbad is the most affluent neighborhood in North County. Or so Wikipedia says. John could hear the baseball playing at the high school from the front yard and he loved that. I'm going to drive up and down Carlsbad Village taking the minute count of how far we are from the beach, from our next favorite local restaurant, from my next favorite coffee house, from the Oceanside Metrolink, from Encinitas.
I don't think it had been an hour after we left the house that the bank called with a counter. We accepted but the agent couldn't get the paperwork through to us before the bank (in Denver) left for the week. So, it's not ours yet. Please keep your fingers crossed for us that nobody comes in over the weekend and makes a higher offer before the listing agent can pick our paperwork out of the fax and call it into the bank.
I'm very excited. I pour through design books and mags. I bought a new folder to hold my plans and inspirations (like the books told me). I'm scouring Craigslist and eBay for good finds.
Nothing is set until the River. I am fully aware I need to use my inside voice for much of my designer dream-talk.
We wait......
CURRENT: San Diego
NEXT: Los Angeles (Sat)
NEXT NEXT: Las Vegas (Sun)
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