Today I got a little obsessive about possibly buying my childhood house. It's right across the street from where my mom and dad live now. And they share a driveway with my sister (I must expand the compound!), who's agreed to property manage the home where I spent the most fraught six years of my life.
J. and I have been thinking about investing in real estate, though I don't know how much of an investment this particular house would be. Relative to Seattle, it's dirt cheap. But homes don't appreciate very quickly here either.
It would be a sentimental buy for me. A the-skylight-leaks, needs-new-insulation-and-windows but I-love-the-place purchase.
I just don't think I can ask J. for a house. That would be a slightly more extravant Christmas gift than a Kindle.
All the same, I'm considering ambling across the road tomorrow, knocking on the door, and asking to take a peek.