There was sun shining in through our balcony door and down through the living room skylights this morning. There has been precious little sunlight this past week, so we decided to do what we have been doing for the last several Sundays: drive out to a few open houses. Viewing real estate on the market without an appointment or a commitment seems to be an activity largely limited to Sundays in Cincinnati, and it is fast becoming as much a part of our Sunday traditions as watching CBS Sunday Morning from 9:00 to 10:30.
We scoured the Internet listings and came up with four new possibilities. One was in an attractive condo development where we had viewed before but which we had largely discarded because the two-bedroom condos were too small, and the four-bedroom one we had seen was a bit too large and even more too expensive. This was a three-bedroom, and it was much more to our liking. In fact, it was so much to our liking that one of us was ready to move in tomorrow. There had already been another condo that we had viewed two weeks ago which was very much to our liking: three bedrooms and in the same area where we are currently living, thereby close to stores and public transport. Alas, that one is now under contract to someone else, but I am keeping my eyes wide open for similar models in that development.
The fact is that we are reluctant to commit to a new property before we sell our house in Spain. And though we are returning to Spain next month to ready that house for the market, it would be very dumb to expect action too soon, and foolhardy to act on that expectation. On the other hand, we are living in a rental and will have to decide by next April whether we intend to renew our lease or not. So even though we are not ready to make a commitment in the next few months, we are spending our Sunday afternoons exploring different parts of the region and different styles of living.
We have driven to the east and to the west. We have driven north, though I am reluctant to go very much farther north than where we are already situated; we have not explored very much to the south, so that may come next. But the longer we stay in this area, the more we see its advantages: we had one agent last week rave about the wonderful community center in this town and the modest cost for seniors--and we have yet to darken its door. This week another agent explained that we have one of the most reasonable tax rates of any of the surrounding communities, because of some industrial properties (which we generally bypass) and lots of commercial properties (which we have taken great advantage of).
Time is on our side, so we will continue to explore and examine and think about what we need and what we don't at this particular point in our lives. Can we really find a smaller house with an open feeling that still allows enough space for each of us to have our private area? A place with at least one bedroom and full bath accessible without steps, and a laundry room on the same level as the primary bedroom? With a low-maintenance but attractive yard? With walking and public transportation close by?
Time is on our side. While we watch and hope and let one or two get away, we are also peeking into a lot of closets and garages and observing the state of many properties on the market. All of which gives us a good idea of what and how much we need to do when we get back to our house in Spain in November.
Weekly musings about returning from living abroad for ten years and adjusting to life in the United States
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Go Metro
We had to chase the bus around Tri-County Mall to find the bus stop. Fortunately, there was a very polite driver who rolled down his window during his rest stop between runs at this end point and advised us where to drive to (at the other end of the mall parking lot) to park our car and get on at the official start of the downtown route.
Yesterday morning arrived with sun and warmer weather than we had had during most of the week, and we had heard that there was a book festival in downtown Cincinnati--Books by the Banks, though it was held in the Duke Energy Convention Center rather than at The Banks, the trendy new area fronting the Ohio River where I would have expected it to be by virtue of its name. We had been thinking of trying out the Cincinnati Metro public transportation from our northern suburb to the city, and this seemed like a perfect opportunity.
The first thing we noticed after we got on the bus and it started its route was that there were two other stops for this and two other lines closer to our house than the one we had found at the mall--one within walking distance. We were familiar with the route for the first half of the tour--this was all area that we drive through for shopping and general days out. We had also driven down the lower part of Winton Road just a week ago to go to an evening dinner and auction in Clifton. Then we passed Findlay Market and the area leading up to Music Hall, and then, suddenly we were in what I would term "downtown." The driver had promised to tell us when we should get off so that we would have only a couple blocks to walk to the convention center. We noted the "end point" of the route at Government Square, but we didn't get off there--we continued on the "return" journey, which seemed to criss-cross over many of the downtown streets, partially to facilitate downtown transit, but also due to the inconvenience of road construction for a new trolley.
The book festival was a noisy to-do. We visited several of the tables staffed by representatives from the various libraries and arts organizations throughout the Greater Cincinnati region. I replenished my pen and pencil, post-it note, and bookmark collections and picked up a lot of information about the organizations that contribute to cultural life in the area. We also wandered though the new book displays and chatted with some of the authors, but we did not manage to hear any of the scheduled talks and panel discussions. W left the convention center and went looking for a place for lunch. We soon found ourselves headed toward Fountain Square but ran into a detour at the 5th Street Gallery and discussed art with this month's guest artist Tom Pope, an interesting photographer.
After a light lunch at Potbelly's, we decided to head back to the bus stop but first happened upon an office of Cincinnati's tourist bureau, where we picked up some good maps and brochures and chatted with a woman who remembered a couple places that we knew from our limited time in Cincinnati eons ago: Avco Electronics, where Johannes worked, and Wiggins Restaurant, where we went on our first date. Both exist only in memory now.
We discovered that Government Square, that end point terminal of the bus line that we had passed through on our trip down, was just behind Fountain Square, and we only had to wait seven minutes before the next bus came. The trip back seemed longer than the one-hour trip down, for we were tired now, but we still watched carefully and observed the route, thinking that there may be times when we want to take in an event downtown and leave the driving to someone else.
Yesterday morning arrived with sun and warmer weather than we had had during most of the week, and we had heard that there was a book festival in downtown Cincinnati--Books by the Banks, though it was held in the Duke Energy Convention Center rather than at The Banks, the trendy new area fronting the Ohio River where I would have expected it to be by virtue of its name. We had been thinking of trying out the Cincinnati Metro public transportation from our northern suburb to the city, and this seemed like a perfect opportunity.
The first thing we noticed after we got on the bus and it started its route was that there were two other stops for this and two other lines closer to our house than the one we had found at the mall--one within walking distance. We were familiar with the route for the first half of the tour--this was all area that we drive through for shopping and general days out. We had also driven down the lower part of Winton Road just a week ago to go to an evening dinner and auction in Clifton. Then we passed Findlay Market and the area leading up to Music Hall, and then, suddenly we were in what I would term "downtown." The driver had promised to tell us when we should get off so that we would have only a couple blocks to walk to the convention center. We noted the "end point" of the route at Government Square, but we didn't get off there--we continued on the "return" journey, which seemed to criss-cross over many of the downtown streets, partially to facilitate downtown transit, but also due to the inconvenience of road construction for a new trolley.
The book festival was a noisy to-do. We visited several of the tables staffed by representatives from the various libraries and arts organizations throughout the Greater Cincinnati region. I replenished my pen and pencil, post-it note, and bookmark collections and picked up a lot of information about the organizations that contribute to cultural life in the area. We also wandered though the new book displays and chatted with some of the authors, but we did not manage to hear any of the scheduled talks and panel discussions. W left the convention center and went looking for a place for lunch. We soon found ourselves headed toward Fountain Square but ran into a detour at the 5th Street Gallery and discussed art with this month's guest artist Tom Pope, an interesting photographer.
After a light lunch at Potbelly's, we decided to head back to the bus stop but first happened upon an office of Cincinnati's tourist bureau, where we picked up some good maps and brochures and chatted with a woman who remembered a couple places that we knew from our limited time in Cincinnati eons ago: Avco Electronics, where Johannes worked, and Wiggins Restaurant, where we went on our first date. Both exist only in memory now.
We discovered that Government Square, that end point terminal of the bus line that we had passed through on our trip down, was just behind Fountain Square, and we only had to wait seven minutes before the next bus came. The trip back seemed longer than the one-hour trip down, for we were tired now, but we still watched carefully and observed the route, thinking that there may be times when we want to take in an event downtown and leave the driving to someone else.
Music, Music, Music
Fountains in Washington Park across from the Music Hall on a summer evening ©2014 Johannes Bjorner |
The performance that night was grand; we were introduced to a fantastic clarinetist, Martin Fröst, who was featured in Mozart's Concerto in A Major for Clarinet and Orchestra, K. 622. You can hear and see him play it yourself in three movements on YouTube and discover why we were so enthralled.
Then the following week, through the generosity of a new acquaintance who has retired from playing in the CSO, we were at another performance. This one was at 11:00 Friday morning, which is the earliest I have ever been to a professional concert (and about twelve hours earlier than they normally begin in Spain!). It turned out to be a great time to listen to music. Emanuel Ax was the piano soloist for Chopin's Concerto No. 2 in F Minor for Piano and Orchestra, Op. 21. The remainder of this performance had a nautical theme:
Ravel. Une barque sur l'océan (A Boat on the Ocean)
Mendelssohn. The Hebrides ("Fingal's Cave") Overture, Op. 26
Debussy. La mer
From Dawn to Noon on the Sea
Games of the Waves
Dialogue of the Wind and the Sea
Following the performance we went out for a bite to eat for lunch at Salazar, another chef-owned bistro down the street, where we split a giant burger and plate of scrumptious Mediterranean sea salt fries. But there was no music at the park afterwards, and no colored lights. After a longer-than-expected tour of OTR that confused even Gladys Philips Smith, we found our way home and still had part of the afternoon and all evening to revel in the music we had heard.
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