We asked for two weeks with Erik and we wanted to honor it lest we wear our welcome. So we packed our things and moved into an Airbnb in the heart of San Marcos for the week.
What we ultimately dubbed "The Pink House" is a two story historic house two blocks from the Square in San Marcos, and we stayed in the two bedroom apartment on the upper floor. The owner did an excellent job decorating in style embracing a midcentury modern theme, and it even had an old clawfoot bathtub...something I look for as we house hunt.
Even though we are in a smaller town, our wrap around windows overlooked one of the busiest streets in San Marcos so it had a city feel. Everything was within walking distance, including an HEB and Zelick's, a new favorite pub.
Due to the tight space, I went into the hospitals on days the kids weren't with their homeschool groups so that Kim didn't have to spend the entire day keeping voices down. It's November and temps are cooling, but it didn't stop us from walking down to the river each night for a swim. The kids are impervious to cold, but my hands were numb by the fourth or fifth float.
It was great to be "right in the guts of town" as my old Aussie coworker would say. We had a better lay of the land but it doesn't matter much, because there are now new houses on the market.
We start the week with our heads down, trying our best not to scan Realtor.com. By Thursday we are glued to the app hoping somebody will list. Friday just know there will be a house coming on the market but they don't, Saturday all hope is lost and we start again Monday.
There is always an end state...I just don't know how we'll get there.
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