I finally get to go check out the house we’re purchasing for the first time today. Yes, that’s right. I’ve been signing documents to purchase a house that I have yet to see in person. J has already checked out the property twice and is just raving about the interior decor, location, views, sunset. For a guy who’s sense of style is somewhat lacking,
(Scenario: when we just started dating we were to meet up at a trendy restaurant in the Meatpacking District. He called to ask what the dress code was…
Receptionist: Downtown chic.
As I was sitting by the window waiting for him, I saw him crossing the street in a loose dark blue T shirt with 2 grey stripes running across the chest, paired with a beige/white fitted jeans that ended at the ankle, with a pair of clunky black shoes. That was his definition of ‘downtown chic’.)
I somehow do trust his judgement in selecting a home. That said, we shall find out in a few hours if my trust is well placed, or if this house is another one of his greatest mishmash.