We’re house hunting.
As of now, it looks like it is very likely that we will purchase a duplex with Zach’s parents.
For many people, that would be a horrendously awful thought. I’m lucky: I love my pseudo in-laws. I absolutely adore them, and we get along fabulously. Besides that, having babysitters that live next door? Awesome.
They came to visit this past weekend, and while they were here we looked at a bunch of places all over the city and, gasp!, in the suburbs. While looking at houses can be a lot of fun, looking at duplexes can be rather depressing.
Most of them were tenant occupied, and some of them were downright nasty. Not only was the worst offender a disgusting mess, to the extent that you literally could not walk across the floors of the bedrooms, but also? The house reeked of marijuana and cigarette smoke. There were two young children there.
Fortunately, they were not all bad. And our fingers are crossed that we will be able to work something out.
Also fortunately, Alex was an angel all weekend while we went into and out of the car, into and out of houses, walked around messes (not the pot-filled house!) and up and down the streets all while skipping nap time. He hung out on Zach’s back, said hello to the tenants, and was genuinely charming the whole time.
While life may be pretty inhospitable for a lot of people, Alex had a fabulous life on Zach’s back for the weekend. Even if the two of them combined make for a double furnace turned on high on 80-degree-100%-humidity days.