Just spent another weekend looking at various alternatives for family summer dwellings. Unfortunately we just don’t seem to find the perfect match between hopes, finances and degrees of maintenance.
The perfect place just doesn’t exist. Not that it should be too big a surprise for an adult – I mean, hey, when’s the last time you got exactly what you wanted (since about first grade, that is)? So it’ll be a while before you’ll see me posting any happy “We’re there!”-news.