Guess who looked at her first condoI pretended I was a grown-up yesterday and went with an actual realtor to see a condo for sale. It was a cozy little place with emphasis on the word little. Seriously, it was less than 400 square feet.
So why did I even bother? Location, location, location.
Check this out.
You can't really beat a bay-front building (well, except for ocean-front), but I honestly need more room than this place offered. It was like a little hotel room with a kitchenette and miniscule bedroom that fit exactly a bed which sits up on a built-in platform with storage underneath it. (Look straight back in the last picture, you'll see it.)
It also had an optional boat slip, but it didn't come with a parking space in the underground garage. Thing is, I have a car, not a boat. The "decor," what little there was of it (there were a couple pictures of boats and a starfish on a table), was nautical and I have the feeling it's someone's weekend getaway spot.
Anyway, it wasn't right for me, but it's in a nearby neighborhood, one that I like a lot and in which I feel safe, so I thought I'd check it out.