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?
PS The weirdest best part of the holiday, i 1st item you need for domestic guests.
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