Missing: One House

There is a cute little red brick house that I pass often in my goings and comings that has been for sale forever. I haven't paid too much attention to it. Just an absent-minded mental note-to-self. "That's a cute little house. Somebody ought to buy it."

So when my brother called me up the other day asking me to keep an eye out for houses around here, I naturally thought of that little red brick one.
So today as we were running around, I thought I'd drive past it and see how much they were asking. I couldn't remember exactly where it was, but I was pretty sure it was on the north end of 2nd or 3rd west. Couldn't be too hard to find. I pass it all the time.
Hmm. Not here.
Well, maybe it was 1st west.
Not there either.
Could it possibly have been 5th?
To get to the point here, I have been up and down every street.
Every street that I go down on a regular basis, many streets I rarely use, and some that I have never been on before. And it's not there. It's not anywhere. I described it to Jef, who knows every house in town, but he doesn't know this one.
I promise I've been passing it on a regular basis for several years now, but where?
I have become obsessed with the finding of this house.
Not for my brother. No, the original point has been entirely forgotten.
My brother can find his own house, I'm busy.
Looking for my mind.
I seem to have lost it.