Ok, have y’all seen the SNL fake ad about Zillow browsing being the new sex for those in their late 30’s and beyond? It’s hysterical— and fairly accurate.
I love browsing Zillow for homes in Palm Springs. It is sort of my dream to own a small place there where I can just escape to when I want. Nothing big— just well-appointed. I mean, everyone in Minnesota owns a goddamn lake cabin and boats and shit, so why can’t I have a second place?
Anyway. Yesterday was one of those “pop onto Zillow and just see what’s out there” days. And I saw this:
Omg so cute! Just the right amount of space for me, and the outdoor courtyard?? To die for. Privacy and access to a small additional art space/spare fuck room? Plus? LOCATION!
*** drooling ***
So I may have sent an email to the listing agents and I ended up having a lovely chat with a gay realtor about property out there. It turns out this property already has an offer in on it. Also, I’m not eligible to buy it as it’s a 55+ community.
But the realtor is going to get me on the mls listings and send emails. He knows what I’m looking for.
Right now this is all a dream. But I’m trying to figure out how to make it a reality. Sigh— someday.