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The other day John suggested we contact our real estate agent to tour the home in Placitas again. For some reason we both feel drawn to it. It just seems to fit the way we live and our personalities. We each defy all labels.

Really there is no way to classify this particular house. The original core of the house was built in the hippy era of the early 1970's with the additions built on in the 90's. The original section was created from very thick adobe walls and was quite small, possibly just a one bedroom home and about 800 sq feet. The 3 rooms are small and with little painted wooden windows. The later additions added over 3000 sq feet of contemporary space filled with high ceilings and many windows with mountain and mesa views and light-filled spaces.

Its such an odd house. So difficult to describe. John and I were discussing how we'd explain the style of the house and we concurred that "Northern New Mexico Contemporary Castle combined with Adobe Pueblo Farm House" fit pretty well!

There is enough room for the kids, us, and guests, not to mention enough acreage for horses, goats, chickens, dogs, etc. And the National Forest Hiking/Horse trails are within walking distance. There is also plenty of privacy and wildlife to enjoy.

Only thing, is that it does need some updates and remodeling/repairs to bring it up to par. It needs new windows, new tile, minor adobe repairs among a few things.
Nothing to overwhelming, though.

But we are holding a prayer to heaven that these things will cause potential buyers to overlook this house for at least 30 more days....until our Settlement Mediation date passes and we can know what our options might be.
The house has been up for sale since March 2005(!), so I am praying that one more month passes by very quickly in this case. Interesting thing if anyone has noticed, is that the house was placed on the market the same month that the accident happened. Odd coincidence? Fate? Or God's infinite plan?

Something else interesting is that John and I had looked at some property in Placitas about 10 years ago, in 1997. We had said, even back then that one day we'd like to live in Placitas. Wouldn't it be interesting if we finally did 'return' back to Placitas soon?

This reminds me of a saying that I kept reminding myself of while we were living in South Carolina and missing New Mexico.

"When you keep coming back to a place, it must mean you belong there."

We knew we would have to come back to New Mexico again. This is where our hearts and souls live. It is home to us, a place where our souls soar and our spirits are free.

Oh, and another odd bit is that the house number of this particular house in Placitas matches the same number of my birthday this year and the age I became. As well as the same number that my daughter will be next year in the same month that the house was originally listed.
It all may be coincidence, but I can't help but look for and notice stuff like that. Of course, I also hope that it DOES mean something significant, too.