A little over a year ago, I bought a house finally. I live in a nice medium-sized town (about 80,000 people) in the wonderful San Joaquin Valley of California. It's close enough to the Bay Area to provide easyish access to everything (including work) but at the same time, it's in the "country."
My house is an adorable California Craftsman built in 1927 and in nearly original condition...pocket doors, crown moldings, light fixtures...the works! I loved it pretty much right away! (seeing through the unfortunate "cat-pee and rat bushes out front (aka juniper bushes) and the blinding white paint of course!) I got a great deal and was able to buy real estate in California, which I'd previously thought to be an impossibility. Yay for me! :-)
My street is 2 blocks long, with one block being commercial but quiet. The residential block is bounded by two streets that are quiet as is mine. All of the houses are of the same era and the trees are mature and wonderful. I'm right by the old downtown, so I can walk to the weekly Farmer's Market and restaurants and the wonderful old theatre that has been refurbished and plays a few classics every year. Oh...and I can go to the festivals that come to town without fighting for parking!
The neighbors that I met on my initial visit and my return with the inspection guy seemed very nice (though they ARE Oakland Raiders fans...not a big plus for me! hehe) and it as always peaceful and quiet and wonderful. However...some of the "what seems to be's" turned out to be a little less than they seemed. Nothing outrageous for the most part...just the consequences of city living. But, my less than desireable neighbors are somewhat entertaining...and maddening...and annoying...but mostly entertaining (especially to my friends who urged this blog!).
So, I invite you to come along on this little journey with me. I'll get us caught up gradually...and then we'll go "live" and you can experience the wonderment right along with me! :-)
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