I almost bought a house with two front doors. Just typing that sentence makes me blush. It was a moment of pure desperation. My agent was explaining how difficult the market was becoming and all I was reading online was how impossible it was for buyers. Papa Bear was out of town and since our lease is expiring towards the end of the year, I felt so worried and frantic that I almost bought a house with two front doors. A very, very unattractive house with two front doors, one of which was permanently sealed shut. Did I mention that it wasn’t even in a neighborhood we liked?
Obviously the key word here is almost. Thankfully I came to my senses and we didn’t end up buying the very, very, very, unattractive house with two front doors in a not so great neighborhood. Last time I checked, someone bought that house. I’m sure they are going to do wonderful things to it and have a wonderful life there. I’m just glad it’s not us.