We narrowed it down and Allen viewed a number of homes during one of this trips out to California. He saw lots of homes that would work. But, not very much that we would really like. He had one appointment left but prepared me to make the move homeless. We would crash with his parents and try to find a rental a.s.a.p. when we got here.
When he got home, he told me that the last appointment had been promising. He was pretty sure he had found the house. He insisted I fly out to see it for myself. And I did. If you missed the story, you can find it here.
I drove up to a street full of kids playing ball. There were stationary crossing guard signs posted at either end of the street so that drivers had to slow down to go around them. Clearly, this was a kid friendly kinda place.
I saw the house.
|When I walked through the door, I saw this large living/bonus room in front of me. To the right, is a room that could be a bedroom or office.|
|Looking back toward the front door.|
|Then, I saw the kitchen. Which is connected to the family room.|
|I can cook and visit at the same time.|
|I checked out the kids' rooms.|
|And took a look at the back yard.|
|I stepped out onto the front porch and saw this view.|
|I walked down the street and found this awesome park.|
Allen was right; he'd found our house.