Tuesday we dug out from our blizzard (that took a while) and Wednesday we left as planned for a lightning-quick trip down to Maryland to do a little reconnaissance. We drove down on Wednesday–it’s about six hours of driving from here to Annapolis, where we stayed. I drove all the way down so my husband could field work calls, emails, and texts, which meant I drove over the George Washington Bridge and under the Baltimore Harbor. I wouldn’t have thought that driving under the harbor would rattle me more, but about halfway through I realized I was holding my breath. Ha! Since the car isn’t actually under water that wasn’t necessary. Luckily we have an Ezpass, which made going through all those tolls on 95 much quicker. It’s a straight shot down 95 from here to there but I don’t think I will ever enjoy the New Jersey Turnpike, nor their filthy bathrooms.
However, we got to the hotel by late afternoon, after taking a detour through a suburb of Baltimore (a house had come up there during our online searches) and determining it wasn’t for us. We went out to eat and then spent a very frustrating night all in one hotel room with the two younger kids absolutely refusing to settle down many many hours past their bedtimes. At that point I realized why so many people go house hunting without their kids along and simply move them to a new house as a fait accompli. Silly us, we thought it would be nice for the kids to have input.
Thursday morning we met our Realtor at the first house at 10 am and got going. We were connected with her via a Twitter friend who lives in Maryland. I asked her if she happened to have any recommendations, and I have to say that was the smartest real estate-related move I’ve made yet, because this Realtor is fantastic. We had one day in Maryland this time around, and we were with her for over five hours, driving down the edge of Chesapeake Bay, looking at both rentals and houses for sale. I am so impressed with the number of appointments she was able to set up. It works differently down there–up here, the selling Realtor has the key and both Realtors are there during a showing. Down there, there’s a lockbox, and the buyer’s Realtor is the only one present. We saw so many houses they’ve run together (I took notes in my trusty Moleskine), but we began to get a feel for areas and houses we like, and our Realtor did, too. We can’t make an offer to buy anything until our house sells, so this really was about getting a sense of place.
And the kids did great on that long march of a day. We kept saying we’d get lunch after “one more house,” but there wasn’t really anyplace to get lunch in the areas where we were looking. So I kept plying them with snacks from the back of the car–chips, fruit, granola bars–and we kept going to “one more house” and “one more house.” Finally we finished up around 3:30, drove past (but didn’t go in) yet another “one more house” while I Googled for food options, and we got to The Ruddy Duck at about 4, where the parents ordered coffee, then beer to go with the food. Lunch, afternoon coffee, and dinner, all at once. We’ve decided we need to live within easy distance of The Ruddy Duck, which has gluten-free pizza and other options and even brews their own celiac-safe gluten-free beer. It was a glorious place to end up at the end of a very long day.
Friday, we drove home, back up 95. This time I handed over the wheel at the last rest stop on the Jersey Turnpike, because my eyes hurt. So when we went back over the Great Gray Bridge he drove on the top level (I’d driven down on the lower level) and that was cool. Getting home was nice too. But we are getting anxious to be down in Maryland, at least we big people are–anxious for the selling and looking part to be over and to simply be where we’re going to be. It would certainly be easier for my husband work-wise, and those DC work trips coming up would just be longer work days rather than overnights. I’m glad we were able to get down there, even quickly, so the kids and I could actually see the area in which we’ll be living. It helps make it more real and for the kids, I hope, a little less unknown. Adventure!