Cute house with snakes

I almost just bought a cool old bungalow on a hilly cul-de-sac in Eagle Rock.

Sucked in by the groovy kitchen and yard, to a part of town I am so unfamiliar with, it felt like it was meant to be in some crazy way so I made an offer. The house was old and quirky, but updated and charming too. So charming in fact, there were 5 other offers. I loved that damn place, but not 20 or 30k above-asking-price-love.

So I tried to to focus on the negatives to help myself feel better about walking away.

It’s hot out there in the summer. None of my friends are nearby. It’s quiet, but maybe too quiet. I wanted modern or Spanish. Do those ugly tractors have to park right next door? The tiny garage wouldn’t fit my small car. The tiny bedroom, barely enough room for my bed and bedside table. But the worst and most hideous of all, I would always be on high alert for snakes.

It’s a serious fear with me. I can’t even see them in magazines or on tv without flipping out. So it’s back to the city for me, for snake-free living.