I Don't Get It?

What the heck are we doing taking on a project?

GREAT QUESTION!

When it comes to homes, we have never been good at taking on more than we can chew. Eventually we end up with a lot of "what-ifs" and "shoulda, woulda, couldas" and so on and so forth... But this just felt different.

Location, location, location.

One mile from Oweghn's school, a stone's throw from Kelan's. Next to Laurelhurst Park and part of a community - a walking, pedestrian, vibrant local economy that treats each solicitor (not pushing a grocery cart) as its neighbor.

For those on the west side, from whence we came, that is one of the biggest selling points - to stroll a couple of blocks and end up at a coffee shop, or Pine State Biscuits, or some food carts, or some eclectic shops and eateries that you just don't find in Suburbia.

Good bones.

As we walked through with the inspector (think of a more serious and laidback Peter Sellers), he noted the solid and reinforced infrastructure of the house. He noted the new electrical, the new ducting, the new furnace, the new plumbing, the tankless water heater, the RJ-45 and cabling in every room (anyone know how to set up a home network?) and after about two hours of peaking and peeling and digging knives and knocking and rattling and "hmm"-ing he looked deadpan at us and simply said, "I've got some bad news..."

I'm not sure how Di felt but I was a bit incredulous at this lead in after watching the inspection first hand... What could possibly be wrong?

The inspector continued, "I've got some dangers I need to warn you of about this neighborhood.."

We held our breath...

"Did you know there are about 50 great restaurants within walking distance of here?"