Lately I've been wondering if some person with a nice New England or Pacific Northwest -- or Midwestern if it's on a lake and near to some cultah and an airport -- property with some land that's all fenced for deerhounds and pretty and private might want to live in San Francisco for a year and do a house swap.
I'm aware that this is a form of escapism, but who wouldn't want to escape from the year I've had?
The only reason I'm not doing this, really, is that I don't want to leave my darling nephew. He's four years old, and I know that they hit an age where they're just not that into their aunties, LOL, and I don't want to miss this time with him now.
I wonder if I could get his parents to come with me?
My dream place would have a couple of acres or more, all securely fenced, with a pretty vista and some water. The house (or cottage or bungalow -- I don't need a lot of space) would be all or mostly on one floor, light-filled, not 70s-ish, but old-fashioned or modern doesn't matter to me that much beyond that. One bedroom is plenty, it has to have high speed internet, and I would especially love French doors leading out to the garden. And a fireplace.
And while I want it to feel like the country, it also has to be near to somewhere I can get a good espresso, not too far from an airport, and there have to be good veterinarians, including specialists, nearby.
Despite my constant whining about weather everywhere I go, I went to college in Evanston, Illinois, right on the shores of Lake Michigan, and I do understand what hot, muggy summers and cold, brutal winters are like. That's why I'm not actually moving to these places, LOL, just daydreaming about living in one of them for a year.
However, I draw the line at the South -- just too hot and muggy for me. I'd rather live in Alaska than Florida. I'd bend as far as Philadelphia, or maybe New York.
This is almost certainly just a daydream, but it's a particularly satisfying one. So induldge me. Do you have real estate fantasies, too?