197 Ravenswood Ave, Atherton, CA
Sq. Ft.: 2,820
$/Sq. Ft.: $709
Lot Size: 1 Acres
On Redfin: 127 days
Excellent opportunity to build your estate home in Atherton. Lot is 43,700 sq ft and all level. House needs work and is in original condition. Great potential. Property is currently rented on a month-to-month basis. Beautiful grounds with pool and one bedroom guest house. Property is across from Menlo-Atherton High School Performing Arts Center.
You’ve worked hard, you’ve saved every last penny, you fought for the promotions and finally you’ve made it. Okay, not really. You’re a trust fund baby and you know it. But if anything, that means you’re even MORE entitled to the good life, right? So let’s head to Atherton and pick up a slice of the good life! Surely a street name like Ravenswood couldn’t portend anything dire, right? A 3k manse on an acre seems like just the thing to snap up! You smile jauntily as you walk into your new home to relax in your…. dark dungeon of a living room?
You blink myopically as you watch the light being sucked out of the room, not sure just where it’s going. Lethargy seeps into your bones and you only want to collapse on the couch and wonder about the futility of existence. Wait, you must snap out of it! Surely a nice bright paint job will fix… whatever it is… that seems to eat light and joy in the living room. You quickly move into the kitchen to surround yourself in gleaming white tile and paint.
You feel the building tension ease off as you reach the kitchen. You start to relax until you realize that the bright sunlight streaming through your small window only reaches the sink before evaporating into the house’s gloam.Surely this can’t be right. Surely there must be a spot in this sanctuary from the hard knock life of idle aristocracy must have a bright spot! Some place to uplift your soul and allow you to relax in your castle! After all, this is Atherton, dammit, and Daddy worked long and hard for you to live here! Your face becomes a rictus of strident indignation and you summon the tenacity that got you through Stanford after Mommy signed a check for a cool hundred grand and stalk out of the ever dimming kitchen into the dining room. Here you will bask in the warming sun streaming through your floor to ceiling windows! The entire wall of glorious glass will allow the sun to blast this malingering discontent from your mind! Passing through the doorway you are greeted by what seems like acres of glass. Your glorious aerie of windows and sun awaits!
The room tails away from you into darkness. The sun gamely tries to banish the darkness, but like the oft scrubbed blood spatters on Lady MacBeth, this is a fight that cannot be won. Your legs give a wobble and your knees nearly hit the floor as darkness spreads from the house outwards. It even seems like the house is try to shove another wall against the windows to make the dankness complete. Surely this is a demon house that hates the light! You begin to shake uncontrollably, overcome by an urge to flee the house, to seek the sun, to escape the darkness! Fumbling at your single pane sliding glass doors, you finally yank them open and stumble out onto your acre of golden fields and trees! You take a deep breath of air only slightly tainted by the nearby bay sloughs, your eyes closed tight, waiting for the perfect moment to open them to the glory that is your land, the one thing that will embrace the sun and your spirit, like a high end skymall hammock for your soul. You shade your eyes and open them, expecting to be blinded by the sun and find yourself staring at a landscape of lush… bleakness?
The blue sky above mocks you. The trees bob and weave blocking all warmth. The cold shadows reach across the grounds to drag you down into the bleakness of existence. The grass darkens to near black, the trees oily blobs of shadow. Only a spattering of sun is allowed through, to mock you with the utter futility of seeking warmth, companionship, fulfillment, or the last ice cream sandwich because the maid snagged it when she was cleaning up yesterday.
Beaten, you stare around you at the noose you happily bought and secured around your neck. You wonder how many days and nights living in every deepening darkness in Atherton it will take before the pool becomes the one beacon of light in your life. You feel certain soon it will be your only friend, a magnet drawing you to it like a dark iron filing drawn to the magnetic allure of despair and grief. Surely the pool will have a solution to your dilemma. Soon it will be time to dive in and discover the warm embrace of certainty.