About San Antonio's Churchill Estates

I showed some more homes to a delightful couple on Saturday afternoon who had been looking for a fixer-upper to remodel and sell, since the husband is an experienced general contractor. I have been working with them for several months, and their lease will be up in October. They are on an automatic listing system, and on the weekends they drive by the homes that look interesting to see if they like the location.

The neighborhoods they like are some of my favorites, too: Terrell Hills, Northwood, Northridge, and Bel Meade, in the north-central part of San Antonio near Fort Sam Houston, where the husband works. We had looked at a few places in Alamo Heights, but the one they liked was snapped up the day before we planned to go for a second viewing.

Now that it's August, they are starting to get more serious about planning a move. Plus, they have changed their criteria. Because the husband is getting very busy at Fort Sam, we are looking at homes for them to live in now, instead of solely investment properties. And although they are still considering fixer-uppers, they have also decided to look at remodeled homes that don't need any work.

Yesterday, we had a third showing of the only home that had met their previous criteria so far. Then we looked at six others in the neighborhoods that they liked, but only found one other possible contender.

We ended the day with a showing of a newer home that looked like it wouldn't need a thing done to it. First, we took a break to change cars, since the last house on the list was on the way back to my house and they offered to drive there themselves. It's in a gated neighborhood in Churchill Estates (another favorite!), so they hadn't been able to drive by it.

As we entered the home, they were speechless. I mean literally: not a word was spoken for at least 5 minutes as we walked slowly through. I didn't say anything either, since I didn't want to break the spell.

When my clients finally did say something, it was to comment favorably on some photographs and the decor.

So what do you think? Was their speechlessness a sign that they loved the home, or not?