Whenever Alex and I travel, we can’t help ourselves …
Two or three days of traveling, after eating at a nearby pizzeria and hitting a local playground, we inevitably pull out our phones, flip through real estate listings, and choose our “new” house. Money is not an object, of course – it’s all about how charming or cozy the place is. We get into the imagination of starting a new life in that city, imagining what our days would be like if we uprooted everything and transplanted right there.
For example, during a visit to California last week we walked past this beautiful cottage, above, in Mendocino. Don’t you like purple hydrangeas and a heart fence? Pretty quickly I imagined walking to the bookstore on Saturday mornings and communicating with the neighbors about the ever-present fog.
My friend Ben he goes a step further: “If I drive on vacation and pass by an open door, I will always stop by. I’ll pretend to be looking for a place. “I laughed so much when he told me – imagining this man walking around the bedrooms, checking the water pressure, asking about the load-bearing walls. “I love doing it,” he laughed. “It’s just one of those things.”
Are you looking for real estate on vacation? Any other funny rituals on the trip?