Every time we moved we had a good reason. It was always a remodel here, a new build there. More square footage, downsizing so I wouldn't have to work. Upsizing because we couldn't stand how close the walls felt when we had less room. Always a good and perfectly reasonable excuse.
And then we landed here. At little ol' 1725. It was a downsize in the scheme of things. It was the house where we landed when my husband lost his job. It was the house that sustained us when he spent a year looking for a new one. It was the little house that built us. For 7 LONG years.
For 7 years we have laid down roots. We've settled in, built dust bunnies (this doesn't happen when you move once a year, by the way), and watched our kids grow. And yet the whole time we've lived here, we've been dreaming. Itching and dreaming for seven long years. I have pinterest boards that have thousands of pins. And we've waited.
Last week we saw a "fixer upper" online. It was so bad, it didn't even have pictures. So we went to see it and lo and behold, there it was! The house we could finally see ourselves buying.
We are never afraid of a good remodel. But every house we had seen in the last 7 years had contained a "fatal flaw" as we like to call it. Maybe it was an amazing house, but out in the boonies. Or maybe it had the master on the top floor (The Man's hangup). Or perhaps it just required SO much remodeling that it was not cost effective. But this one? Nothing. No fatal flaw. No sick stomach as I stood inside. Just a house that needs a good coat of paint, some new granite, and some elbow grease!
So here we go! Come along for the ride. It's going to be fun!
Here are some inspirations from my pinterest board....