Island Vibes and Faint Red Flags: My Vashon Open House Adventure
The ferry ride over to Vashon Island always feels like a mini-escape. The salt air, the glimpses of seals bobbing in the waves, the promise of a slower pace – it's intoxicating. So, when a charming little craftsman popped up for sale, I hopped on the boat, dreams of island living dancing in my head. The house itself was lovely: sun-drenched rooms, a sprawling garden begging for tending, and that quintessential Vashon tranquility. But it was my conversation with the realtor, a middle aged woman with a warm smile and an almost aggressively laid-back demeanor, that left me slightly…perplexed. "Is part of this house built on the public access?" I asked, gesturing to where the house corner seemed to seamlessly blend into the adjacent driveway. Her response, delivered with a breezy wave of her hand, was a bit patronizing. "Oh, honey, out here on Vashon, nobody really worries about property lines. Everyone's so friendly, it's all just one big community. ...