Cosimo and I just had our bid on a house accepted. It's been a panic-attacky 36 hours (offer! counter offer! counter-counter offer! someone's gonna walk!) and the next week will be only moderately more sane: I leave for SAA tomorrow and the moment I return I have to jump in my car to drive back to Cha-Cha City for the home inspection.
But we're totally in love with it: built in 1920 and featuring the original hardwood floors, leaded glass windows, and gumwood trim—plus an enormous front porch and a backyard full of blooming things.
Oh, and? It's on a street named after a Shakespeare play. Fucking ridiculous.