We've been looking at houses here in Sisters. If you pull it up on Realtor.com, you'll see they're at least as expensive here as they were in Virginia. Half-a-million dollars for a house?! Still scares me. Anyway, we found a place we think we'd really love, but they're asking $549,000. It's over an acre and beautiful, but on a retired O-5 salary, that just ain't happening.
We figure the options are rent for a few months until one of us (ok, David--his earning potential is WAY higher than mine, and the kids would drive him crazy) gets a job, then look at the really nice places. OR buy a smaller place on an acre or two right now where we could add on or rebuild later.
But that's too depressing, so I'll tell you some of the reasons I love this town already:
Today David went in to rent a post office box so we'll have a way to receive mail. Before assigning a box, the asked, "How tall is your wife?" so they could give us a box we'd both be comfortable using. How cool is that? Last time we had a PO box it was about hip-high and a pain to check!
We also went to the school to see what we'd need to register. I remember registering the kids in Virginia; I had to have birth certificates, shot records, and a lease or bill addressed to me to prove where we lived (as if I couldn't just print out and sign a lease, or make up a bill on my computer!) Today I explained that we were living in the RV park until we rent or buy a house. "No problem, just put down that address." I asked if they needed proof that we're living there and she said, "Well, if you have a receipt, that would be great." This is truly an old-fashioned small town.
And yes, I know there are draw-backs to that--everyone knows everyone elses business. But I think the pro outweigh the cons.
Tomorrow we're taking Douglas to the middle school to sign up for classes and maybe looking at a couple houses.
Tschuss!
Tuesday, August 21, 2007
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