Home is a kick in the pants
I’m truly thankful that our new house has worked out. In 2003 my wife Luna literally had to nag me into house-hunting. What a chore! After West Seattle came up dry for us, we started looking at houses in the central core, coming up dry there too. We’d driven past our house 2 or 3 times on our way to other parts—it’s right along a main road—but had ignored it completely until Luna suggested that we take a look at least. The house didn’t grab me at first. We had to look in a couple three times more. Even then, I was still maybe only 70% there—I was in no pressing hurry to buy—when Luna finally pushed me into calling our agent about an offer.
All the “renaissance-y” stuff that gives life to Columbia City—the Rainier Vista re-development, proposed Kroc community center, new light rail station, library renovation, farmer’s market, BeatWalk, all the new restaurants—I learned about after we closed on the house, if you can believe that. That’s why all this good new neighborhood stuff just feels like gravy!
Its all been a huge, sheer stroke of luck (with thanks to Luna for getting me off my ass). Thank goodness that Luna, at least, has great instincts.