The house not chosen

. . . . . yet.   

Although Mr. Cobblestone and I have placed an offer on another house in Maine, in real estate you’re never really sure it’s a done deal until , well, until it’s a done deal.  But today I want to share with you the house that has been occupying our thoughts for the past week or so.  

It is a grand 2500 sq ft federal style home built in 1885. 

Isn’t it lovely?  Well, maybe not all of it, not yet.  But can’t you just see its potential?  There is a big part of me that would love nothing more than to have my hand at this property.  Ooooo just think of celebrating the holidays here!!!  

But there are other parts of me that are scared to death of even starting the process.  One such part is my nose.  The house comes with a . . . hmmmm . . . let’s call it the George Washington slept here odor (yes, I know I’m about 100 years off, but you know what I mean .)  

Now I’m not saying that dear ol’ George was not a regular bather (though was anyone in those days?) or that he suffered from extreme flatulence, but there is a certain smell to things of that era, and  this house definitely has a unique aroma.   

Another unusual aspect to it are the closets which, although I did not test this, I doubt whether a modern day hangar would even fit in them!   And let’s not forget the blue tarps on the basement walls.  (I think it was this house that had the tarps, but honestly I’ve seen so many houses in the past week or so that I am really not sure.)

Despite all the things I’ve mentioned, and a few I’m sure I’ve forgotten, this house is still appealing to me.  We’ll just have to wait and see how things shake out in our venture into Maine real estate. 

    

For now it remains the house not chosen, 

but certainly NOT the house not loved.