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Some Things You Might Not Think About When Buying Your First Home
I love houses. Mostly because I hate my actual house.
One of my favorite things to do is to walk around the quaint nearby village, where pretty much everybody is filthy rich, and think,
There is no way in hell I would spend $1 million on a house where I have to hear highway noise all day.
Because that’s all I can hear. Sure, you’re backed up against a golf course and you can toodle around in your cart and your lime green polyester pants (I wish I was kidding), and you have a three-car garage for your Mercedes and your BMW and your other BMW.
But when you go outside, yep, there it is.
The highway.
Now, sometimes the distant roar comes and goes. It depends on which way the wind is blowing. So when you’re viewing houses and you think you’ve found “the one”, if you’re anywhere near a highway or other busy roadway, go back a few times when the wind is blowing and just listen.
It could mean the difference between a peaceful retreat and a prison.
Cats
There’s a certain street I walk down almost every evening with my dog, but we have to stop and turn around before we get to the cat house.
