Once upon a time… my husband and I were tourists motoring down the California Coast on our way to Santa Barbara. An earthquake in southern California stopped our leisurely drive and stranded us in Carmel. Stranded is probably not the right word to use when one is in this beautiful little spot on the Monterey Peninsula. But we were not going on, so we decided to enjoy ourselves.
We have rarely stayed anywhere more than two nights and not looked at Real Estate and this was real estate heaven. A broker kindly ferried us around and made us each keep a journal of likes and dislikes which we were to compare with each other. That plan did not work out very well. But we found a lot that we could build on and made an offer.
That night I slept well and dreamed of charming ,small cottages and armchairs by the fire. My husband, however, was already pacing the floor with buyer’s remorse. In the morning we withdrew our offer and congratulated ourselves on our common sense.
This is the charming house someone else build on the lot.
We returned to Kansas City but could not shake off the vision we had of this tiny enclave of cottages and shops nestled in the woods and soothed by the sounds and sight of the Pacific Ocean.