One of the new(er) features you see on sportscasts is the percentage of each team winning, based on what's going on in the game. During the Duke-Houston Final Four semi-final, I think at one point Duke had like am 80 something percent chance, and then went on an epic collapse -- Houston won. But it's fun to watch the feature and see how often it's accurate.
And so it is with whether Wifey and I choose to flee Villa Wifey or not. A few weeks ago, the meter was favoring the relocation to Miami Shores, for a series of reasons. But then D2 and Jonathan checked out a few houses we thought might be suitable, and they were not. Part of it is the absurd cost -- we can afford most houses NOT on the water in the Shores, in part of the 'hood we like -- East of Biscayne Blvd -- but the thought of paying $2.5M for a smallish place on 1/4 acre is just a bit much for us now.
One place looked great -- beautifully renovated, 3 houses from the Bay, so probably with those "breeeeeezes" Wifey wants, but Wifey realized it had no garage and no real family room -- just walk into the living area, which was the case of SO many mid century houses that weren't custom built. So she canceled even visiting that place for today.
I still plan to meet tonight with Tony, my friends Mike and Loni's consuegro, as he seems to be the most experienced realtor in the area, and certainly made a mint doing it. He's stopping by to give me his input about what Villa Wifey might truly sell for, as I trust Zillow and Redfin and Movoto not much at all -- they essentially take your house's square footage and do simple arithmetic based on typical price per square foot comparables.
I know Tony would want this listing, and he'll likely inflate what would be the asking price, but I always like to gather as much data as I can before making a decision.
Wifey and I are truly on the same page about this. We weren't, for a long time -- she wanted OUT -- needing some CHANGE from her SUBURBAN lifestyle, and also wanting to be closer to the Ds. I was steadfastly opposed.
Now, she recognizes that since we're in no rush, a downsized place needs to really blow her skirt up, or she'd just as soon stay put. And my stead is no longer as fast...
Last night we met Kenny and Joelle and several more of their friends at the Cocowalk theater to see "Sinners." It had great Blues music, which I love, but ended up being a vampire movie, which I don't. I could have done with waiting for it to be on Netflix -- but it was nice to go to the luxury theater, where it felt like we were in Business Class flying across the Atlantic.
After the movie, Wifey and I went to validate our parking ticket, and the rest of the group walked off -- they all live in the Grove walking distance from Cocowalk, and were going to enjoy a nice constitutional back to their places. That's nice, but I really want to live in a house -- you can take the boy out of the suburbs, but I guess this boy wants to suburbs to stay with him.
So we'll see -- if Tony surprises me with a REALLY yuuuuuge number -- well -- as Paul and I always said about our law firm, even at its height of success -- EVERYTHING is for sale in a capitalist world. I suspect that won't be the case...and I have to give Uncle Sam 20% of any gain I make, anyway, after a $500K credit. Uncle Sam always gets paid, even when the Republicans are fully in power, it seems.
Last Sunday, D1 brought the boys here, and we DID have an awesome time. Villa Wifey is a magical house. She plans to spend more and more time here with them on weekends, truly using this as their "country house," and we welcome that.
So for now the bar is moved...time will tell if the upset gets pulled.
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