so, the building next door proceeds apace. i went over to wish the owner a feliz año, and we chatted a bit. the conversation is going well enough, until it takes this turn:
“how long are you and your husband planning on living here?”
“what? well, we bought the house because we love it. we’re not planning on moving.”
“oh, i see… he’s in the army, isn’t he? what if he gets sent to germany or something? plans can change.”
“what are you getting at?”
“well, if you ever decide to sell, talk to me first. maybe we can make a deal without a realtor.”
at this point, befuddlement begins to turn into suspicion.
“ahuh. i’d have to discuss it with my husband. but like i said, we’re not planning on moving.”
“oh, i know. but if you do. i could buy your house. i could get rid of the driveway easement and put a nice circular driveway in front here.”
he’s waving his arm, describing a semicircle that encompasses pretty much our whole front yard. all the beautiful heirloom azaleas. the rhododendrons. the red maple trees. the dogwoods. hundreds of daffodils.
i boggled. his property is the servient tenement to our dominant; we have a thirty-foot-wide easement across the width of his parcel for our driveway. i’m starting to think he didn’t research the encumbrances on the lot before paying twice the assessed value for it. that, however, is his problem, not mine.
“excuse me? you clear cut a gorgeous property, covered with flowering trees, bushes, violated your own tree conservation plan… to build that… thing… and now you want me to sell you my house so you can rip out my front yard and not have to deal with the inconvenience of the easement?”
“oh, i say too much.”
no fucking shit.