A Big Day

Today was an amazingly strange, and surprising day.  It was the day Aunt Samantha and I had an appointment with the Real Estate Agent to walk through The Blue House.

All the way up until we were sitting in the The Blue House’s driveway and the Agent pulled up behind us in her car, I tried to convince Aunt Samantha to cancel our appointment.  I still felt guilty about taking up the Agent’s time when we were not serious buyers.  And, I was also worried that the house’s interior would be nothing special after I had built The Blue House up in my mind as some kind of dream home.  For some reason, it was important for me to hold on to that dream.

Aunt Samantha would have none of it so when the Agent arrived, we climbed out of the car and headed up the front walk.

From the time I stepped through the front door strange things started happening.

First off, I had the strongest sense of dejavu I’d ever had as soon as I stepped into the entryway.  I knew that I had been in that hallway before. And, not only that but I felt like it was my home – like I belonged there.  Lived there.  The eerie part is that I could swear I heard someone call my name.  Someone with a young voice – a kid, a small boy maybe. Then the dejavu feeling passed and I was just Jewels touring The Blue House.

Aunt Samantha said I turned white as a ghost in the hallway.  I didn’t want to tell her about the dejavu part because she’d weave all kinds of mystical meanings into that, so I told her that I had felt a little dizzy, probably from not eating breakfast. 

Of course, that got Aunt Samantha to digging in her purse for something I could eat that would bring up my blood sugar.  I declined the health food candy bar, and the vitamin pill she offered, but finally took the pack of fruit lifesavers so she’d quit ‘mothering’ me.  It was a bit embarrassing.

I had no more dejavu moments, but the house felt strangely familiar and comforting.  And, the tour of the inside was simply glorious – especially the kitchen.  I fell totally in love with the kitchen!  It was the perfect kitchen and it was absolutely loaded with charm.  I could live in that room. 

I was sold on the place even before we toured the upstairs which was just whip cream on top of a perfect desert.  The interior of  The Blue House surpassed my wildest dreams of a dream house – and I wanted it for my own.  I wanted to buy it and live in it.

I waited until the Agent took us back to the kitchen to drop my bomb.  Aunt Samantha thanked her for the tour and mumbled something about it not being exactly what she was looking for.  They were shaking hands when I piped up with, “I’ll take it!”

You could have heard a pin drop.  Both women turned to look at me.  Aunt Samantha with a shocked look and the Real Estate Agent with a confused look that quickly turned into a very friendly smile when she realized I was serious.

Aunt Samantha excused us and pulled me outside. 

I told her that I loved the house, and after all hadn’t she been trying to get me to move out of my parent’s place so I could get past my grief over their deaths and on with my own life?  Wouldn’t moving into The Blue House fulfill both of our wishes?

She argued that the house was very expensive, not to mention old and that it would probably need a lot of work.

It looked fine to me but I said I would have someone look the place over to see exactly what kind of work was need – if any.  And that I would offer to pay a good bit less than the asking price and offer to pay it in a cashier’s check.

Aunt Samantha still seemed very reluctant and suggested I look at other homes if I was in the market.  I told her I wanted the Blue House and nothing else.  When she saw that I was set in my mind, she finally dropped her real argument for me not buying.

She said she didn’t like the ‘feel’ of the house.  From the time she walked in the door she said she felt like a weight was pressing on her.  Basically, she was getting bad vibes from the house like it was infiltrated with sadness and pain.  And of course, she had to add fear to her list.

I don’t know if she just didn’t like the house or just didn’t want me living someplace new or what, but I didn’t get any of those weird feelings and I told her my mind was set.

The upshot is that I made a decent offer to the Agent and she is going to put together the paper work for me to sign this coming week so I can be ‘locked in’ as first choice buyer.

It wasn’t until after Aunt Samantha and I were eating lunch in town that we realised we hadn’t taken the tour of the Coach House that belongs to the property.

No problem.  I won’t be living in the Coach House so that can wait for later.  Just another little jewel to sweeten the pot.

I can hardly wait to hear what the owners say about my offer!

Jewels