Day Off: House Hunters Edition

 

Hello ladies and germs!

Today is a lazy day off that has quickly morphed into an all out HGTV marathon.

I don't know what it is, but the trials and tribulations wealthy Americans face when looking for their dream homes in the Caribbean or New Zealand just thrill me.

I mean, will they find a home with the perfect combination of an open floor plan that harbors a cozy atmosphere and modern Westernized amenities within a traditional, cultural home all under their laughably low budget of $1.5 million? I just don't know.

Only the last five minutes will tell.

 

I always try to pick which of the three houses the couple is going to pick.

Unsurprisingly, I always guess wrong.

Because weirdly, by the end of the episode I think I am the only one among the couple and the Realtor who remembers the budget or wish list provided in the beginning.

 

The budget I'm convinced is merely a formality.

Like, they don't want us to feel bad about our lives so they pull an arbitrary number out of the air as their "budget", I only say this because regardless of this budget, the Realtor inevitably shows them at least two homes that are significantly higher than what the couple always claims is the "absolutely highest they can go."

But that goes out the window when they find their dream house that they absolutely can't live without.

The one with so much room for "entertaining" that became absolutely necessary halfway through the show when the couple decided that they are going to throw lavish soirees on a monthly basis and need the kitchen and outdoor patio area to accomodate their multitude of friends.

Or the house that has the two extra bedrooms along with the five already "needed" because you never know when the in-laws might decide to pop in for a spell.

Maybe it's just my thinking but wouldn't you want the excuse that they have to get a hotel because there is simply not enough space?

I must have a smaller heart than the kind souls on HH.

 

So see? Watching even makes me a better person!

 

All in all, it is just an enhralling half hour viewing experience.

And hence why I have been otherwise engaged in my La-Z-boy recliner all morning.

What more could want then to see some good, ol' fashioned snob shopping?

Nothing as far as I'm concerned.