02 Apr 2007 16 Comments
It seemed like a good day to look at open houses. After being back in America for six months we decided to see what it would take to achieve the American dream of owning a home. I had been reviewing the housing market, and I knew we couldn’t afford much more than a house condemned and ready for demolition. So, why would we torture ourselves and our kids by looking at open houses? I blame my childhood.
When my brothers and I were younger some Sunday afternoons my mom would take us to look at open houses. It was just a fun time for us. We would argue over which room would be ours, and annoy the Realtor who wanted to sell the house, but could tell by our greenish-yellow Ford More