Not much, really.
Just a place to upload all those pics of all those houses from all those times they transformed from a house and became a home.
The Avocado House.
Your first shot of whiskey. Your first kiss. Your first time at Waffle House. What is it about firsts. Some firsts just change everything. This was my own first house - and my first rehab project - and that ‘change-everything’ stuff definitely happened. I’m glad it did. Ps, did you know “peacock” only applies to males, while females are “peahens”. And get this, babies are “peachicks”. Crazy, innit? I digress.
The Hideaway House.
Unexpected, unplanned, unbelievably lucky. Stumbled into this beauty in a gated community in large part thanks to a broken gate. I’m not entirely sure what trespassing means exactly, but, uh, yeah, let’s just say there was an impromptu showing with no realtors…or knowledge from anyone involved with the property. Made an offer from the car in the driveway immediately after. The rest is history.
The Gluten-Free, Cookie Cutter House.
New construction is kind of like buying a new iPhone, warranties and all. A lovely neighborhood; this house was built tremendously well and is incredibly efficient with every modern amenity imaginable. Most importantly, this was a great place for Charlie to hone her now highly proficient, gnarly scooter skills. Ride on.
The Strawberry Margarita House.
Such a vibe. Maybe it’s the proximity to the water that gives this house that energy. Maybe it’s the fact that I can actually use the phrase “it has that je ne sais quoi” when describing this property, but I can tell you that this home is ideal for friends, family and good times. And by good times, I definitely mean karaoke and appropriate amounts of Anita’s Mexican-inspired beverages.