Okay, so we close on our new house next Friday, which means that we don't technically own it yet. (Just a minor detail...) I've been driving by every so often (okay, fairly often), trying to get a feel for it during different times of day, observe the neighborhood, check out the nearby traffic, that sort of thing. The other day as I was driving by, I noticed that the snow had melted enough for me to easily access the backyard. I wanted measure the height of the retaining wall in the back (the one major fixer-upper feature of the property). The house is empty, so I decided it would be okay to slip into the back yard to measure and take a few pictures. As I was leaving, who should drive by but... the owner. He slowed down, an incredulous look on his face, undoubtedly wondering who the hell was in the backyard of his empty house.
So embarrassing.
I waved as soon as I saw him, trying to pretend that I wasn't totally trespassing. He stopped and got out of the car to chat (thank god we've met before, so he knows that I'm the woman about to give him a large sum of money for the place, and am not just a crazy house stalker). Turns out he was coming to try and clear the obstacle course of ice and snow obscuring the driveway. He actually didn't seem all that surprised to see me, and he offered to let me in to the house. He's a realtor, so maybe this is normal first time homebuyer behavior. Either way, I felt like a total creeper.
I politely declined the offer to go inside and made a quick getaway, feeling a bit like a peeping Tom caught red-handed.
Hopefully he won't notice the faceprints on the windows.
1 comment:
You're a house stalker!
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