I Go to Open Houses ... for Sport!

Open House
Dream house or nautical nightmare?
It's fun to compare notes.
Hi, my name is Amy, and I’m addicted to real estate.

It’s true! My husband and I are in no position to buy at the moment -- we’ve taken the same hit everyone else has in this poopy economy -- but we live in a gorgeous city with amazing architecture. And I’m not afraid to admit it: We are not above spending a Sunday mapping out open houses, popping Penny in her fancy-pants (used) stroller, and spending the afternoon poking around in other people’s for-sale houses.

It’s free. It’s fun. And it gives us something to dream about.


The nice thing about this idea is that you can compare notes after. Can you believe that insane wallpaper? What was with the third “bedroom,” which was clearly a walk-in closet? When is a “powder room” really a water closet?

Or, if you’ve seen someplace really dreamy, see if you agree on its good points. What does he like about it? Does he dream of Spanish tiles, or is it the bodacious backyard that tickles his fancy? It’s tons of fun to walk around inside someone else’s Malibu dream house -- even if it’s only in your head.

Best part is, you might get some great ideas for sprucing up your own pad. At one open house, we saw an awesome footstool that looked like a big baseball -- I know, weird! -- but we both fell in love with it and still pop into vintage-furniture stores to find one like it. Someday!

Have you gone home-hopping with your guy? Was it fun, or did it just frustrate you both? Tell us in the comments!

Image via Gold Beach Real Estate/Flickr

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