Mountain top home anyone?
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That’s a lot of house!
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But that garage!
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It's an interesting mix of things. vast overuse of granite, especially on the floors and stairways. Hated the little galley kitchen but I suppose you're not going to be cooking for yourself if you have that much money. Master bath was awful and dated, media room was a nightmare. A two chair salon? Seriously?
Loved the pool area and the outdoor. Liked the dining room but it could have used more space in that size of house. The sitting areas were nice. Wine cellar was OK. My biggest impression was that the house didn't know whether it wanted to be modern minimalist or Biltmore opulence.
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BTW
MrsA quite likes itShe immediately had the idea of using the 'garage' as an archery range
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BTW
MrsA quite likes itShe immediately had the idea of using the 'garage' as an archery range
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I was just hoping several houses burned down in an adjoining neighborhood followed by a tornado which I wished would fly into the air and land on its owner.
If you thought gossip might get around quickly in a small town in 50's America, that had nothing on this bunch of interconnected, pathological, presumptuous, pretentious Karen's with golf carts.
They have produced such gems as multiple neighbors calling the home owner while out of state and saying things like-- "I think you son is staying in your house."
One day I was walking up to the home where I was invited to come and as I step around a car, I see this lady, who says to me in a vicious tone of voice-- "Can I help you?" I said, "Yes, you can get out of my way so I can get through." She did as I walked through turning my head to ignore her.
Sorry, not a post about residences, but you couldn't pay me to live in that neighborhood or any of the many like it here.
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It's too bad my material (Oops, Freudian slip)-- I meant maternal aunt and uncle won't leave 10's of millions to their blood family (that would be my brother and me).
Because then I could move to Switzerland. And I would.
Unfortunately, my uncle is a character out of a Charles Dickens novel who didn't offer me his condolences when his mother died and cut me out of his life.
My aunt cut me out of her life, waiting until my mother died, then cut my brother out her life after my sister died.
She was close to me through all my growing up, and close to my sister after my mother died (because she was interviewing her to be a companion and caretaker although she would never have admitted that).
- Switzerland
- Probably BC
- Colorado
- UK (although recent political developments there are as bad as what is happening here)