Ok. This title doesn’t seem like much. However, I have seen some seriously amazing houses in Coos Bay and North Bend.
Technically, we live in North Bend, which is a block away from the Coos Bay border. Don’t ask me, I just live here. North Bend, on average, has the new-fangle homes that look a lot like the houses next door and down the street. You know the type, made from the same building plans except for the odd one in between (I suspect that those were either accidents, already there, or houses that had burned down and rebuilt) with that little touch that makes them different. Such as the house being built like someone was looking in a mirror at the first house, or the one that moves the front window over by two feet.
Well, yesterday, I took our roommate, Jessica, down to the park in Coos Bay so she could visit her son. I didn’t really notice anything on the way there since I was doing my damnedest to keep the few sights I did notice in order so that I could find my way back. On the way back, however, was a completely different situation. I glanced around in awe, and yes, almost got lost. The houses were magnificent. You have not only colonial style, but ranch (and it looked like a real log home) and everything in between. There was at least on 20th century home that looked completely modernized the whole front of it was nothing but one huge window.
Telling my parents of my discovery, I found out that they had originally looked at a house, more in the country, for 1200 a month. (Maybe one day we will afford that, but it was nice to look at.) Apparently it was huge, four bedrooms, a bit of acreage – not too much, but enough to play with. High ceilings. Spacious kitchen. The whole-9-yards. I wish I could have seen it.
Coos Bay Houses
July 5, 2009 at 11:35 AM (04 - July '09) (author, business, comment, families, husband, imagination, limited, money, move, moving, packing, paying, rent, roomie, roommate, u-haul, whatever, world)
Ok. This title doesn’t seem like much. However, I have seen some seriously amazing houses in Coos Bay and North Bend.
Technically, we live in North Bend, which is a block away from the Coos Bay border. Don’t ask me, I just live here. North Bend, on average, has the new-fangle homes that look a lot like the houses next door and down the street. You know the type, made from the same building plans except for the odd one in between (I suspect that those were either accidents, already there, or houses that had burned down and rebuilt) with that little touch that makes them different. Such as the house being built like someone was looking in a mirror at the first house, or the one that moves the front window over by two feet.
Well, yesterday, I took our roommate, Jessica, down to the park in Coos Bay so she could visit her son. I didn’t really notice anything on the way there since I was doing my damnedest to keep the few sights I did notice in order so that I could find my way back. On the way back, however, was a completely different situation. I glanced around in awe, and yes, almost got lost. The houses were magnificent. You have not only colonial style, but ranch (and it looked like a real log home) and everything in between. There was at least on 20th century home that looked completely modernized the whole front of it was nothing but one huge window.
Telling my parents of my discovery, I found out that they had originally looked at a house, more in the country, for 1200 a month. (Maybe one day we will afford that, but it was nice to look at.) Apparently it was huge, four bedrooms, a bit of acreage – not too much, but enough to play with. High ceilings. Spacious kitchen. The whole-9-yards. I wish I could have seen it.