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Just realised that I am having a full grown affair.(those of you who know me don't faint,like always we tend to panic so suggest you read the rest of the sentence and then react).An affair with real estate.On Saturday I fell in love with a dream house.Perfect in every way,it was in the heart of the city but tucked away in a little drive,if you didn't notice it it was gone.A lovely house with a huge terrace.I can see it fill up with people having tea and cookies,hot chocolate on a rainy day and me making sandwiches to music.Plants all around and atmosphere to kill for.The agent quoted a price.I was so in love that I didn't register how big a hole it would make in my pocket,if that is possible.The price was so high that it will always remain a dream,but I shall go back and find out who buys it.Its a lovely place.The same day I drove around in yet another part of town.I spent the afternoon looking at houses,taking in the gardens and the decor,the road and the names are all registered in my mind.Its therapy.There are lots of beautiful homes left in the city but they are fast giving way to high rise,stuff which can not move one to tears or move one to anything for that matter.I wonder when I see a beautiful place with gardens,as to who lives there.They must have taste not to have given way to the rapid change that this city is going through.
I am going through the city in parts.Every week I identify a place and drive to see lovely buildings.One day I hope to stumble on a dream that doesn't have to remain a dream.Right now I just enjoy the moment.Love as they say is a many splendid thing