Part of the problem of being, shall we say mentally-bound, or over-intellectual is that you see the value in a great number of arguments. It's a two-edged sword. You can imagine yourself in any number of situations, perfectly happy with your defense of the rationale of it. I'm rather like that when it comes to living. I could see myself living just about anywhere there's broadband, good public schools and supermarkets. It's all about the same to me.
In something of that spirit, about two years ago I was seriously considering (as seriously as I can be taken) moving to San Diego. The Spousal Unit and I did the research, picked the neighborhoods and started planning. I can't remember exactly what it is that came up - oh now I remember. At any rate, we shelved that plan in the early spring and stayed put. Later on that year, the very neighborhoods that we had most seriously considered, burned to the ground in some of the biggest fires in California history.
After that close call, we even considered it once more, because my next customer was at the southern end of Orange County and I started to grow an affinity for the area around the famous Saddleback Church. Logically, those houses nearer the calamity might be priced like something actually reasonable. In the end, we just wiped our brow glad we missed the fire.
Now San Diego homes are in the news again, and the news isn't good.
Bargain or trap? Who knows?
So it's stuff like this that's making me try to close my mind and stop believing that there are options. It's counter-intuitive, but this kind of conservatism just might save my skin.
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