Lately, life has been busy. The Englishman and I are house hunting, and while it can be an exciting process at time, boy is it exhausting. And after looking at one too many short sales where the previous tenants all but destroyed it (true story), all you want to do is kick back with a nice drink and relax and try to forget about the obscene price the bank is charging for a house that will cost more to repair than what it’s worth.
While I prefer a martini as my relaxing drink of choice, a good glass of wine doesn’t hurt either. Or if you are the Englishman, a nice beer.
We may not have our perfect house yet, but somehow a nice glass of Riesling on a sunny afternoon makes the house hunting process a bit more bearable. And I’ll definitely raise a glass to that.