Dreaming of Houses

I had some excellent take 'n bake pizza last night with Nick and Johanna, who are in the midst of buying the rowhouse they've been renting for the past 18 months. It's an exciting process, and one that Edith and I are thinking about undertaking as well. We wouldn't buy our apartment, though. Nick and Jojo said there were two houses available on their block of cute little rowhouses, and one was across the street, with a nice little lamp on, and a green door set in faded white brick. Later that night I dreamt that I went over to that house, met the Baltimore Sun journalist who owns it, and was wowed by the vast open space inside the teeny exterior, including a second floor interior balconey, sort of like old British libraries. It was done up in cute colors and while the kitchen was very small, it had a full bar with one of those soda guns.

Unfortunately two brothers, Hopkins PhD students with dreadlocks, came in and made a good offer on the house. I clearly had missed the boat on this one so I left and wandered around Hampden, getting lost and ending up in a subterranean, drippy, pipe-ridden skateboard park.

I'm now checking listings and looking up Baltimore City and JHU housing incentives...jumping on the house-buying bandwagon is maybe not the smartest use of my time right now, but hey, you gotta grow up sometime.....?