This is the third day of our one week without the Internet. It seemed as if it would be a breeze . . . But I’m here to tell you just how much the internet insinuated itself into our lives.
. . . The internet has insinuated itself into our lives. There; I’ve told you. No, wait . . . I did not include a quantity.
A very much mucho grande amount.
We don’t realize how much we rely on the internet to entertain us when we are bored, to provide information whenever we have a question, to keep us company when we are snacking, to give us the illusion of having a social life, and all the times in between what I just mentioned.
Anway yesterday we drove to Hilo and had our first meeting with a real estate agent. An uneventful meeting, it was. We expressed our interest in buying a house and make it our home. The real estate agent expressed her interest in selling us one.
The interesting think about the Big Island, at least as far as real estate goes, is the diversity one can find in the various counties. Also, the fact the locals speak of the other counties, the ones they are not in, as if far away and foreign.
Perhaps this is a cultural thing. I say that because for us, hopping into the car and darting across Saddle Road or going up or down the coast is not a big deal.
I plan to write about Saddle Road . . . In many ways, it’s a bit like driving around Colorado or other places out West. I’m referring to the landscape. I’ll leave the more detailed explanation for when I have photos to accompany it.
By the way, we pick up our car next Friday . . . but I still don’t have my monitor.
Back to real estate agents and buying a house. We anticipate dealing with different agents, each specializing in their respective areas. It will be interesting.
One thing that has changed since we last bought a house is the impact of the aforementioned Internet, at least on the buyer’s end. The list of properties the agent had compiled were all properties we’d already read about online. In some instances, we knew more about the house than the agent.
So, why use an agent, you ask. Two reasons. One, she has access to those houses. By that, I mean that she can legally walk onto the properties. We, on the other hand, would have to break in. Reason number two, she (they) might be able to give us a heads up when new properties come on the market. Desirable houses go pretty quick, and it helps if you can see them as soon as they come on the market. Or, like the house we just sold, before they come on the market.
Much like we did in Colorado, we aim to buy a house with a fairly flat driveway. The area where we are now staying has very few of those. Almost all the houses have steep drives.
That might not look like it, but it’s very steep (the marks on the driveway are from the car scraping its bottom as the front wheels start their precipitous descent). You’d want good brakes heading down that drive . . .
. . . or this one.
The problem with photos of slopes is that they seldom convey the magnitude of the slope. Trust me, those are both steep. Very, very steep.
Not that we have to worry about making it up and down during the harsh winters here, but it can’t be fun heading down one of those when you can’t quite see where you are going to land.
Anyway, the process has commenced.
The real estate agent did mention a Hilo eatery the locals like. Cafe 100.
Here’s lunch . . .
That would be Melisa’s, of course. I went for different fare . . .
Alas, the best plans often clash with reality . . . I had other fare for dinner.
Those are just general updates. . .
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