On Friday night I found myself without a husband or a baby. Ryan had gone up to Park City to spend the night before his 1000 Warriors ride {which he ROCKED, by the way. Just finishing this thing would have been impressive, but he ended up on the podium!} Ella went with him because she was chilling with grandma and grandpa Saturday morning. I didn't join in the fun because I was on call and PC is too far away from the hospital.
I had the night to myself. What did I do, you ask? I cleaned up a bit, made a bite of food, watched the
tele, chatted with friends,
crafted, and...I drove to Alpine to see the previously mentioned house with the apparently very
salvageable kitchen. By the time I got there (it took
way longer than I anticipated) it was getting dark and I didn't have a great view of the home. But I knew that I did not like it.
I drove disappointed for many reasons: 1) Alpine is
faaaar away, but really wonderful 2) The neighborhood was no good, and the house wasn't what I expected, and 3) I spent a good deal of my night off in the car. When I got home I couldn't believe how different the house looked from the picture. So I checked the website again and after comparing the street view to the posted pictures I realized that I'd been duped. The address on the listing was wrong. The house at 922 Creekside Way was NOT the one I fell in love with.
My trip did convince me that Alpine is too far for my liking. And that I am content with my status quo.
Even if it is a good time to buy.