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there goes the neighborhood

Househunting sharpens neighborhood observations. 

I notice:
- the smiling cracks traipsing across homes
- the fingers, hands and arms of weeds protruding from the earth
- curtains flapping wildly outside the confines of the window
- the energy moving up and down the street...good, weird, unhappy, forlorn, neglected, energized
- cars congregating in spaces no cars belong

Looking at homes to buy hones the senses, helps to see what is often ignored or accepted.

Here is a scene: 

An ad is read outloud - "Home owners in process of moving."

Flash forward to potential homebuyers entering the premises. It's not the piles of debris that catches the visitors off-guard, it isn't the peeling paint or the sad excuse for a fireplace. No, it is the scent of ammonia that assails our dedicated potential home-buyers senses. It is the smell of cat urine and it permeates every square inch of the house...even outside, our intrepid trio cannot escape the odor.

Note to home-sellers: Don't let potential homebuyers walk through a house that appears to have been struck by a tornado than soaked in the urine of a hundred cats. Your house will not sell. Trust me.

Another scene:

The ad proudly claims "interesting colors" as if "interesting" and "color" were meant to be united in selling homes.

All is well in the house - new cabinetry, new tile, a well-kept backyard. The visitors wonder momentarily what is so interesting about pastel yellow and eggshell white. But those thoughts are lost when their eyes attempt to adjust to a room of neon hot pink. Upon entering, everyone becomes martian pink, a new alien species in a northern Californian town. Another room, a splash of violet becomes an ocean of purple and cascades into a shade of lavendar. Sounds nice, but does not see nice.

Ah, the art of looking for a home.

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houses7177
Jun. 19th, 2007 12:13 am (UTC)
House hunting is indeed an art. Not necessarily a fun one, some days. I went to a house in Dallas that was decorated every inch, including ceilings and all furnishings, of every room, with pink and green cabbage roses. It was...surreal, to say the least.
rinalia
Jun. 19th, 2007 12:35 am (UTC)
Pink and green cabbage roses! That is definitely...odd.

Well, at least house hunting can be rather entertaining.

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