the housing tale takes a twist and turn

A funny thing happened on the way to the {fill in the blank}.

Apartment, in my case.

Yes, a funny thing happened on the way to the apartment yesterday.

I was driving about, deciding whether to commit, reluctantly, to the room with a rent payment when the phone rang.

A woman with a room responding to my email.

I go to her place. And remain for three hours! Chatting with mother and (adult) daughter Marcy and Kris, two dogs, two cats, one tamed feral cat, one skittish feral cat and a partridge in a pear tear.

Funny thing. After three weeks of no housing choices, in the 11th hour, I now have two!

Today I must make that choice. Neither is ideal. Each comes with compromises.

In place A, the compromise is the home. The gain is the community and location. I love the area! Rings my heart’s bell.

In place B, the compromise is the community and location. A sprawling uninteresting suburb that rings no heart bell. The gain is the home.

Not as much the home, which is pretty small and narrow, or the bedroom itself  (tiny and with even less closet space than place A!), but the backyard.

Kris the owner has a real gift in construction; it’s also her line of work. And she has transformed a chunk of coal into a diamond both in and outside the house!

In the back is a tended yard, potted flowers, a veggie garden, a hot tub, a fire pit, a covered porch with misters, comfy seating, hanging hammock chairs, a huge BBQ grill (her passion) and another partridge in a pear tree.

There are more concerns and considerations to both options than those presented here.

So as I mull toward a decision today, I can’t help but be a little mystified — or demystified ? — by the synchronicity and coincidental timing as the final pieces fall into the picture.

I mean, had I ignored my hesitation about Place A and proceeded to commit with money, I wouldn’t have seen Place B that sprung open at the last minute.

Two very different places. Spaces. Neighborhoods. Players. Story arcs.

Which at the end of the day will it be?

I don’t know. I do know this, however:  I like having choice.

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