One of my favorite activities is to take my bicycle, my camera and my map and go exploring a new area. Craig’s apartment is in the “happening” neighborhood of San Antonio, the one I really want to live in, Alamo Heights. The charm of the village feel captures me and won’t let go. I rode for a couple hours and enjoyed the fresh morning air, the big old churches, quaint homes and quirky store fronts. People were out walking their dogs, or jogging along tree covered neighborhood streets that have been established for many decades. It felt like Ann Arbor Michigan. I’m sure developers wish they could recreate the atmosphere of Alamo Heights, but this is an original, the real thing, and that can’t be copied.
Of course, after riding around I wanted to live there more than ever but the feeling didn’t change my mind. I didn’t want to go back and re-solve that same old family moving equation to find myself back at the original decision: to remain a suburbanite. But I came up with a plan that consoled me well enough. God willing we are able to live in this city indefinitely (the best possibility we’ve ever had) I figure we’ll need a big house for five years. After Kevin goes to college Jack can go to high school in Alamo Heights, and Kira will be six we’ll have to see what she thinks about that. That way we can get a really awesome smaller house in the coolest neighborhood in Texas. My husband assured me that would be a fair plan.
So, I went back to the house I liked the most, the least expensive and the one with the most bedrooms, including the cutest backyard cottage ever. I found out another couple likes it and is talking about putting an offer in so I said, let’s go full price. Then I got smart and said, let’s go in a wee bit over. So now we wait for the wife to return to town so they can consider our offer. As of last night the other offer was not in.
I went to see the botanical gardens (which would be a short bike ride for me if I lived in Alamo Heights and the zoo too…). The weather here is so much like Scottsdale I felt right at home, I just couldn’t find the mountains. It was 98 and no humidity. The gardens are nice but it was really stifling and dehydrating so I only took a quick look. I was really curious to see what grows well here, and it’s primarily desert plants, which I have a lot of experience growing. Unfortunately there’s a big deer problem which is why I didn’t see any neighborhood gardens with impressive flowers. Actually there were some silk plants in pots, now that’s desperate.
After the gardens I went to the mall, the shops of La Canterra. My realtor told me that was the “one”. I felt like I had just stepped back into my life in Scottsdale, in fact, it was just like one of my favorite outdoor shopping centers there. Unfortunately for my heat spent self, all the shops were outdoors so I wilted between shops. I had a really good time harassing Craig as I would text him as I entered some pricey places… “Anthropologie!”…. “I am in tiffany’s now”…. “oo, a shoe sale at neiman marcus look at those manolos”… I just can’t help my self but make my man sweat a little. I didn’t buy a thing. I told the girl at Tiffany’s as I dreamed of diamonds that I just bought the least expensive house on our list which came with a promise for something sparkly! Don’t worry, I’ll make sure he follows through, but probably not at Tiffany’s.
So those are the diaries of a house hunting mama. It’s strange that it is all so familiar to me. While my realtor wrote up the contract I read a novel. Ho hum, another contract. There was no big emotion just a sure understanding there’s a lot of work ahead.