Thankfully I was recommended the services of a real estate agent so I've been spending time with my realtor, who for the sake of privacy (on this tiny island everyone will know who I'm referring to if I use real names) let's call her Pam. And let me tell you, realtor Pam is a diamond. She's the perfect mix of reassuringly motherly, sassy and wise-cracking. I realise I'd gotten used to the wily ways of London estate agents, but clearly as the Malibu adverts concur they're seriously easygoing over here. I tried to explain about the fierceness and fear-inducing ways of her London counterparts and she looked bemused; 'the thing is honey, I have to live on this little island too and if I sell you a bad-fit then I'd know, I'd see you all the time and just feel rotten'.
A caring estate agent?!
At one point I wandered into a walk in wardrobe squealing that I've lived in bedrooms the size of it, Pam smiles and drawls 'honey you're like Carrie in Sex And The City'. I love Pam. I think she thinks I'm a trophy wife and near slammed on the brakes when I told her I was a copywriter back in London town, I think I went up ten notches in her estimations. We got on remarkably well and I was glad I'd made such a concerted effort to plan what to wear to meet my her. You may scoff, but girls, I know you understand. Incidentally, see image above. Also that is a genuine image of a 'back-yard' I viewed. Eeeeek!
So while I continue to nosey around houses that should feature in MTV Cribs, my top three properties so far are in the locations in the poll. Beach, Quayside or in Town, what do you say Internets?