We put in a bid on a house. This is very exciting to me. I love the place. The house is perfect. I would only repaint one room, which is nothing. We looked at places where we would have to completely rebuild entire rooms.
Then there was the house that was pretty much perfect in a perfect neighborhood at a very low price... except, the previous owner had been murdered in the house by her boyfriend. I tried not to be superstitious. When the real estate agent asked, "Okay, now I have to let you know that the previous owner was murdered in the house. Do you want to skip this house?" I said something like, "Well, only if she was killed by the neighbors." But, once we got in there, it was really weird because even if you tried to ignore that fact, all you could think about when you were in there was "Is this the room?" Also, the murder was apparently a real blow to the community, so forget about us ever selling the house back to anybody from Hamilton. I'm guessing the Ramsey house won't be a quick sale either.
Anyway, the house we're bidding on is, again, beautiful. The street is wide, which a lot of Hamilton streets aren't. The next-door neighbor seems nice. She's apparently a reporter for the local news, which hopefully won't lead to any awkward silences between us, as I pretty much only watch television once a week (Sunday Family Guy.) On the other side is an old upholstery factory that walls off two sides of the yard. That sounds strange, but it's quiet and the old brickwork is really quite nice.