Finding that next home is not as easy as I thought it would be. I was smart; I researched properties carefully using Zillow, compiled a list that took us to areas within a 30-mile distance to Portland, and off we went.
It’s been a wild chase. We’ve learned that a gentle slope means a steep dropoff, that irrigated farmland is realtor speak for boggy bottom land, a sweeping lawn that was photographed from about 2 inches off the ground is really a tatty little lawn, and that a cute 40’s era house high on a bluff with a great view of the river, is a house that was built too close to the edge of the precipice, with the very real possibility of stepping out of the back door and falling off the 90-foot drop.
It’s been discouraging, but our wanderings have helped us zero in on the areas we like best, and now it’s time to find realtors and get on their drip list.
This moving better happen soon. I’m starting to lose steam for the task; the more times we come home after viewing another unsuitable property, the more I want to stay in my home.