We are awaiting the realtor with her clients.
The apartment sparkles, waiting with bated breath to see if these are The Ones.
We are torn most days ... we love it here. We love the people. We love our home.
But then, we miss family.
We miss the people.
We miss our home.
Some things I have noted since being On the Market.
Your house is never so clean. You know people will be looking into all nooks and crannies.
Everything sparkles.
You never knew you could be such a tyrant about dust, don't move that vase, keep those books lined up in order.. perfectly .. thank you veddy much.
Everything we do , everywhere we go, has a bitter-sweetness to it.
We are looking at everything, as if for the Last time.
Which helps me deal with small irritations also ... "it won't be for much longer".
I also go into a panic faster and easier if something looks like it is cracking, falling apart, showing wear and tear.
This is something that happens daily, the building is 100 years old.
The Upside to being For Sale: No cooking. ( might make a mess, might smell up the apt ).
I have been shopping.. it is Spring. Warmer ( some days) and sunny (some days) and I know one day it will just be hot and sunny and Summer will be here.
So I have new shoes and new jeans and some hippie looking summer tops and I am on the look-out for yet another handbag.
No, dear, there is No Such Thing as Too Many Handbags.
While all the daily things happen, life goes on but I am busy packing in my mind.
In the Summer here, figuring out which Winter clothes to pack, which bag will do.. and suddenly in the middle of it all, I get really excited and think ... whatever I forgot, I can buy it when I get "home".
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The "lookers" came on time today, spent a nice amount of time here and asked questions that one would ask if one were actually , seriously, considering buying.
As always , they are very respectful, polite and when leaving, they tell us how beautiful our home is.
So as all who have bought or sold a home know, we will now wait some more.
For answers, responses, more lookers.
And while we wait, we will continue to enjoy this wonderful place, this wonderful Buenos Aires.
Friday, September 28, 2012
Thursday, September 27, 2012
Wednesday, September 26, 2012
Winters End
It has been cold here in Buenos Aires.
The kind of cold that seeps through your bones and makes you do anything to keep from going out .
Even the sunny days , they look so warm, all that bright sun, but it is a Trick ! you walk out the door and an icy wind hits you in the face, you can only stand walking if you are on the sunny side of the street and your outings become related only to food.
When the cupboard is truly bare and you cannot bear the thought of pizza or more pasta, you put on all your layers of sweaters, socks, boots and scarves and scurry to the closest market, then home again.
When Cabin Fever got to be too much, we took a taxi to the mall.
That was satisfying ... for a short time.
Look out the window, the sun is bright, the sky is that wonderful Argentine blue and the trees new impossibly green leaves are unfurling.
The parrots are busy, Mama Dove is on someone else's window ledge with her new nest of babies and the days are getting longer.
Some trees are blooming amazing flowers, some just stand there and look tall.
It must be Spring.
But why is it so cold ??
One day, Summer will be here.
From one day to the next, the air conditioner will be turned on.
So I will control my whining ( well, as much as possible) and enjoy whatever weather comes our way, as long as it is not raining.
Then all bets are off.
The kind of cold that seeps through your bones and makes you do anything to keep from going out .
Even the sunny days , they look so warm, all that bright sun, but it is a Trick ! you walk out the door and an icy wind hits you in the face, you can only stand walking if you are on the sunny side of the street and your outings become related only to food.
When the cupboard is truly bare and you cannot bear the thought of pizza or more pasta, you put on all your layers of sweaters, socks, boots and scarves and scurry to the closest market, then home again.
When Cabin Fever got to be too much, we took a taxi to the mall.
Look out the window, the sun is bright, the sky is that wonderful Argentine blue and the trees new impossibly green leaves are unfurling.
The parrots are busy, Mama Dove is on someone else's window ledge with her new nest of babies and the days are getting longer.
Some trees are blooming amazing flowers, some just stand there and look tall.
But why is it so cold ??
One day, Summer will be here.
From one day to the next, the air conditioner will be turned on.
So I will control my whining ( well, as much as possible) and enjoy whatever weather comes our way, as long as it is not raining.
Then all bets are off.
Monday, September 24, 2012
Monday, Look At This Blog
Happy Homemaker UK
I am surrounded by people from the UK, live near the British Embassy and I can actually understand what the British people say ! This might not be a big deal to some, but living in a country where the language is still difficult to understand or speak ( I am too old for this) .. I appreciate, as always, the British. I am an Anglophile from Way Back !
So imagine my delight when I can read this blog and not only enjoy what she has to say but the photos too.
And now I will plan to have a home in a woodsy locale where I can have my own "stumpery".
I must have a stumpery. Really.
Go look at the Happy Homemaker and enjoy, tell her I said Hello ~
I am surrounded by people from the UK, live near the British Embassy and I can actually understand what the British people say ! This might not be a big deal to some, but living in a country where the language is still difficult to understand or speak ( I am too old for this) .. I appreciate, as always, the British. I am an Anglophile from Way Back !
So imagine my delight when I can read this blog and not only enjoy what she has to say but the photos too.
And now I will plan to have a home in a woodsy locale where I can have my own "stumpery".
I must have a stumpery. Really.
Go look at the Happy Homemaker and enjoy, tell her I said Hello ~
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