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We’re in Arkansas, looking for a new house. If you read Elaine’s post, you know why. So, we’ve been provided with a realtor to show us around and find a place for us. Just a rental for now, but still, it never hurts to have some help.

Our first stop in is Bella Vista, the sleepy, winding little town that John lives in. There are no blocks in this town. Seriously. I’ll scan the map if you don’t believe me. Just winding streets that suddenly dead end. I have a feeling you spend a lot of time say “I know that’s down here somewhere. Guess I’ll turn around and see if we missed it.” The first stop is supposed to be a little condo that’ll take a dog. Yeah, we know we have a cat. Shh. First we have to find it, though. We’ve been told it’s number 5. Get to the right street (the Lane not the Drive) and we see 1 and 3 on one side; 2, 4, 6, and 8 on the other. No 5. No 7 for that matter, but we’re not looking for that, now are we?

After a few phone calls and several checks of the information she brought with her, the realtor is relatively convinced it’s house #5 on Drive. We go up, ring the doorbell, knock on the door. Try the key. It fits! So, in we go.

Linoleum foyer, carpet everywhere else. Well, I can’t remember the kitchen. I think it was Linoleum, too. Two bedrooms, one-and-a-half baths (well, sort of. Two sinks, two toilets, one shower/bathtub), a kitchen and a dining/living room. Oh, and a patio. Not bad at all for a first try. Something like 6 electric plugs on each wall, though. That’s just odd. Handy, but odd.

After checking the place out and telling the realtor we’d think about it, she dropped us off at the hotel again. Nice hotel, by the way. The company that Elaine is going to work for put us up for three days/nights in a hotel so we’d have time to look around and stuff. Really nice of them, we think. Anyway, she drops us off and we go get a paper to see what else is available.

Nothing. Seriously. We found one place that was in our range and seemed adequate. Elaine called the company and found out how to go see it. We picked up the key and get directions to the place and set off to see it. We drive around in the hills of Bella Vista for a bit, finally find the place and go in.

Not a cool house. The front porch looked almost rotted. The screen door and front door didn’t line up (one handle was on one side, the other on the other. I know that’s not really bad or strange or anything, but I don’t like it), and inside was even worse. Brown carpet, cabinet doors with peeling…I dunno what. Some kind of cover. The whole place was smelly and just felt dirty. Elaine commented that she thought it felt like it would be haunted or something. I know what she was talking about; the house just felt weird.

It was a lot like a house we looked at in Okmulgee, actually. Had a lot of wheelchair ramps and a toilet in the middle of a room (in this case it had a shower and washer and dryer) and that’s just wrong. We left the house quickly, dropped the keys off.

We decided to see if we could work our way back to the first place. Yep, easy as pie. Well, except for the fact that this state has problems labeling things. We got on one wrong road, but realized that pretty quickly and backtracked to the right place.

Well, we’re back in the hotel now, so I guess I’ll go ahead and submit this and tell you if anything else interesting happens.