Remember that piece of property that was 8 acres with the house already on it that was possibly going to be our residential salvation? Well, it wasn't quite what we were expecting. A bit more like a scene from the movie Deliverance. The Hubby and I drove away from there (fleeing screaming into the night) and couldn't stop doing the dueling banjos riff back and forth until we reached civilization. Honestly I hate scary movies and therefore haven't actually seen Deliverance, and the audio clip is quite tinny and 80's synthesizerish, but y'all get the picture. So anyway. We punted.
We are now in escrow on a tiny condo/townhouse in town, however we are NOT walking distance to the store, the post office or the library. The Hubby cannot walk down the street and catch the bus (although it would be a quick bike ride). There is no land for the dog to roam free on, nor is there a river near by for him to swim in. But then again, it is a place to live, it is closer to the grocery store, the hospital and relative civilization. And it should be cheap, easy to rent out if we find something better, and well, better than camping. Have I sold you yet? Yeah, me neither.