I had never watched HGTV until a recent trip to Lexington, Kentucky. After a weekend with my friends Vikki and Ella, I was hooked, and now HGTV is the official background noise in my apartment.
Sorry, Food Network. You’ve been replaced.
A realtor and a home designer vie to fix the problems of a homeowner.
The realtor looks for a suitable new purchase. The home designer rehabs the current house on a set budget. At the end of the program, the homeowners to have decide to “love it or list it.”
Way too often the owners keep the current house even though the designer wasn’t able to fix their problems, and the realtor found a home that met all their list of must-haves.
Why can’t people leave their trouble-filled homes? Is it inertia? Nostalgia for four walls with a roof?
I just don’t get it.
I have lived in nine different places since I moved out on my own, three of which I have owned, and I never shed a tear when I moved on to the next one…especially if the new place better met my needs.
Am I heartless? Hopeless?
List it, baby, list it.