Monday, July 14, 2008

Dreaming of a lawn tractor

Finally! After waiting five months, someone wants to buy my house! ¡Por fin! A couple wants to move in to my house RIGHT AWAY!

So we went house-shopping during this very warm weekend. The houses we wanted to see were all in a development that I just had to live in because one of my siblings lives there and I really want to live near family. The realtor showed us several homes, and after he gave us a little background on some of them, I felt bad. You could tell some folks left in a hurry. But after all that, none of these houses suited us. They were either too big, too little, and most only had yards the size of a postage stamp. You need a little land to feel at one with nature now and then, you know? You could say we were just a bit frustrated. (And hot and thirsty! Did I mention how warm it was?)

During my Internet house-dreaming, I had seen one other property, not in the development, but just across the highway, still just a minute from my bro. It called to me; I thought it was exactly the kind of place I could see my pequeña familia in. But when I showed it to el jefe, he was not too keen on it, as it sits on two and a half acres, and all he could think of was how long it would take to cortar el pasto! He didn't even want to look at it. But after looking at several casas and not seeing anything, I asked the realtor to take us just across the highway anyway, just in case - no se pierde nada. There was nothing to lose.

Now el jefe is a quiet kind of guy, kind of serious, a pessimist, and reserved. As we drove up to this house, we saw the viejito, a little old man doing some yard work. He let us in, and ¡Qué cosa mas linda! We walked around the house, and the surrounding property. ¡Es todo un parque! I looked over at el jefe and he was wearing one of his very subtle, private smiles. I knew this place would grab him.

El niño liked everything about the house, especially the idea of being so close to his cousins. I loved the meticulous care the viejito had taken in the upkeep of the house, and I loved the kitchen. And what did el jefe like the best? Folks, he loved the land. All two and a half acres of it.

So, we cautiously made an offer. My very guarded jefe says "Don't get your hopes up, just in case." This latina optimista is already thinking "Where will we put the Christmas tree?"

Cross your fingers, enciendan las velitas. I wouldn't mind seeing el jefe smile like that again.

6 comments:

jakill said...

i have fingers and toes all crossed for you. My turn next, I hope.

The Fearless Blog said...

Cassy,

Best wishes to you and your family. I too hope to one day live all year round on my acreage in the Carolinas. ..once I retire of course and permanently move up there. For now I gladly accept my small garden and stamp size back yard here in Florida.

I love how you incorporated the English and Spanish into the story; it makes me feel like I am speaking with my friends in that very informal Spanglish we use sometimes. This English teacher admits it; I do break the rules sometimes. (lol)

Your new home, for it will be yours if it is meant to be "yours," sounds divine and your enthusiasm contagious. Many good wishes sent your way...right now.

Orlando said...

Wow,,, Cassy,,, a smile is always a good indication... I'll be praying that they accept your offer....
Mere...

TeacherDee said...

It sounds just perfect. Best wishes!

BK said...

Wishing you all the best too! It is not easy looking for a house, especially one that you like it too. I sincerely wish that you will get the house.

Brenda said...

All my best wishes with the house! This is one of those areas where it seems that if it's meant to be, events just line up, seemingly of there own accord. And the home (and land) sounds wonderful! I understand how important it is to have that connection with nature.