You’d think after weeks (months? years? it feels like years) of house hunting madness, we’d finally be celebrating right now. Like, pop the cava, toast to a job well done. But no. No, no, no.
Because we didn’t just find one dream house. We found two. And now, we’re stuck in real estate limbo, hovering between two versions of our future, unable to commit.
Villa One: The “Feels Like Home” One
It’s warm. It’s charming. It’s the kind of house that gives you that feeling the second you walk in—like it’s already holding generations of stories in its walls. There are orange trees in the garden, the pool is the perfect size, and it’s got this whole lazy Mediterranean dream energy.
Anna’s picked her room. Luke’s accepting the Wi-Fi situation (which, in his world, is high praise). Bryan’s happy with the structure—no weird cracks, no alarming damp smell, nothing that immediately screams “this will bankrupt us in five years”.
It’s walking distance to town, walking distance to the beach, walking distance to everything. I can already picture morning coffee runs and sunset strolls. It’s everything we imagined when we first started this whole crazy process.
So… easy choice, right? Except.
Villa Two: The “Holy Sh*t, This Is Fancy” One
This place? It’s next level. It’s not just a house—it’s a statement. Infinity pool, massive windows flooding the place with light, rooms so ridiculously spacious we wouldn’t even know what to do with all that space. A games room. A smart home system. A rooftop terrace.
Bryan’s geeking out over the tech. Luke has already mentally moved in. Anna’s planning late-night star-watching sessions on the terrace. It’s sleek, modern, and honestly? Feels a bit like living inside an issue of Architectural Digest.
But it’s further from the beach. Further from town. Not a morning coffee on foot situation. More driving, more logistics. And that’s the part that sticks.
So Now We’re Just… Stuck
Two houses. Two completely different versions of life. One where we’re immersed in the Spanish dream, walking to the market, chatting with locals, feeling like we belong. The other? A luxurious escape, designed for comfort, privacy, and views that stretch for miles.
Bryan, obviously, has built a spreadsheet because of course he has. He’s tallying up pros, cons, square footage, plumbing concerns, Wi-Fi speeds, you name it. Anna’s all in on Cozy Dream, Luke is all about Modern Marvel, and I’m just walking in circles, trying to picture us actually living in each one.
What’s Next?
We’re going back tomorrow. One last visit. One last this is it or it isn’t moment. Maybe stepping inside again will make it crystal clear. Or maybe we’ll just stand there, staring at each other, still unable to decide.
Either way, by this time tomorrow, we’ll have chosen. We have to.
And honestly? That terrifies me.