Okay, so if we can't covet, how about a good, old fashion "appreciation"?
This is the kitchen I want. When we saw this house, I hated the location, but my heart stood still when I walked into this room.
The house languished on the market for months (probably because of it's yucky location) and meanwhile I began to rationalize that maybe it COULD work for us. I mean really how much time would we really spend in our front yard staring at the decaying house across the street?
My kitchen would keep me warm at night.
After we toured the home, it went into contract for a few months, then suddenly it was back on the market.
I decided it was worth another look. This time, much of the furniture was gone. It took a few minutes for the situation to register. One TV here, the other one gone, one bedroom full of furniture, the other two were empty, the closet held only men's clothing. All of her stuff and the baby's things were gone. Even her photos were gone. Clearly this marriage was over. It seemed so sad.
Our realtor joked that we could probably get at least $10,000 off of the asking price due to the divorce. This time, although I still loved the kitchen, the house felt empty and depressing. We all felt the heaviness in the air.
Mr. CH asked if I would want to live in a house where the previous owners had divorced. I quickly answered, "It it gets us a good price, yes!" I was being flip, because the real answer was that I didn't know. It seemed a little like buying a house, where someone had died.
I think we knew all along that this wasn't the house for us, because of its location, but
I was kinda relieved to tell the truth when the house went under contract, but I sure do miss that kitchen.
Poscript to this story.
That contract fell through also, and the house went BACK on the market. The owners lowered the price and it is under contract again.