I was so happy when I came home from work today! It was a beautiful day and I had wonderful news to tell my husband about the rental property in Maine we’d had our hearts set on. I was informed today by the rental agency that it was available on the week we’d chosen and I couldn’t wait to give him the news.
And then I opened my e-mail.
The agency had written me to tell me that the 98-acre preserve that was adjacent to the property and which we’d use to get to the beach had just this week posted signs warning “no dogs”. So to get to the beach, we’d be breaking the law by taking George. And we’d planned on walking him through those wonderful Maine forests adjacent to the house!
I almost started to cry.
I have spent countless hours scouring real estate agency and VRBO sites in vain. We have a one week window of time when we can go and it’s closing in. We’re also confined to a set price that we cannot go over. Plus we have a pet. We want a water view. We want privacy. I so wanted my husband to enjoy a vacation in a place that he loves. And now we’re back to the drawing board.
I realize how lucky I am to be able to even think about taking a vacation this year, with our limited funds, but still . . .
I’m just a little blue. I thought I had it licked. And if I had my choice between ding dang diddly and damnit, I think you know which one I choose.
I’ll get over it soon. I always do!