You arrive with the idea of "seeing one more". One more house. One more Saturday.

But something happens when you cross the fence.
You don't know how to explain it, but you feel it.

The children get out of the car and in two minutes they are running around the garden.
No need to tell them to be good. There's nothing to break here, just room for them to get dirty, fall down, get up and invent a childhood to remember for the rest of their lives.

The house is not a magazine. It's better.
It's real. Cozy. Cared for.
You have six bedrooms, three bathrooms and a toilet, a comfortable kitchen, a living room with a fireplace and that light that makes everything seem easier.

You go out to the terrace and you see yourself there.
With Sunday breakfast.
With friends celebrating something.
With the summer ahead of you and not wanting it to end.

And then they tell you about the community.
The activities for the kids in the summer. The beach bar, the soccer field, the tennis courts.
That good neighborhood atmosphere, where you can let them go off on their own without looking at the clock every five minutes.

You go down to the garage, you see the wine cellar, and you think, "This is for me."

And without realizing it, you are no longer "seeing a house".
You are imagining your life here. And inside you know it: you don't want to leave.

Ref. V.394