Your mom is a subject.
Oh where to begin.
Last time I posted about looking for houses we were looking at a 1920 Victorian home. Let's just say that one fell through. Literally. God must have been really liking me because during the home inspection they found moisture damage. This was very saddening yet it turned out to be the biggest blessing in disguise. Since they were finding all these things wrong with the house I thought it would be best that I went and looked at the house myself before I went ahead and signed anything else. I get there and as my husband is driving me there I just start to cry. He's driving me into the ghetto. GHETTO, I tell you. I didn't even want to see the inside of the house. I called my realtor and asked if there was a way to back out of the house and she had me sign a release and the sellers agreed. Thank you, God.
Onto house hunting. We wanted to stay within a $200,000 budget. Those dreams were shot down when the realtor took me around to the houses. I have to give her credit. She did keep all of our prospects in good neighborhoods. Neighborhoods where I wouldn't fear that my child's Powerwheels would be jacked. Everyone of the houses were "fixer uppers" meaning that they were either missing vital housing elements or they were just a construction nightmare. Some had awesome square footage but the floorplans were all choppy. One even had a stripper pole. I kid you not. I was tempted but then that just rules out any home birthday parties for the kids. I think we looked at nearly a million houses. Okay, so it was more like fifteen. All I know is that at the end of the day I just wanted to curl up in a ball and take a Crying Game shower. My realtor just looks at me and says "Are you disheartened?"
No, I'm giddy with the thought that indoor plumbing will be my biggest luxury if we choose any of the houses we looked at today.
Earlier that day another realtor had come into my realtor's office before we were going house hunting. She asked me what my price range was and when I told her she mentioned that she knew a man that was selling his house for sale by owner. She gave us the address and we put it on the end of our list and in the back of our minds. After seeing the eyesores that I had looked at all day I didn't think this would be any better but we gave it a last ditch effort and drove by just to have a look...Have you ever had that feeling in your stomach when you just know something is meant to be and its fate? I never have that but when I saw this house it was love. I didn't even care what the inside looked like. If it was this nice on the outside it has to be wonderful on the inside.
And it was. I found my perfect little home. A little more than I wanted to pay but well worth it. It's already been appraised for over what we paid. This house, as funny as it sounds, has reaffirmed something in my belief in God. Its showed me that there is something, someone placing me in moments that make my life richer and fuller. This post is long enough so I will post more later on the house with pics and all that jazz.
Last time I posted about looking for houses we were looking at a 1920 Victorian home. Let's just say that one fell through. Literally. God must have been really liking me because during the home inspection they found moisture damage. This was very saddening yet it turned out to be the biggest blessing in disguise. Since they were finding all these things wrong with the house I thought it would be best that I went and looked at the house myself before I went ahead and signed anything else. I get there and as my husband is driving me there I just start to cry. He's driving me into the ghetto. GHETTO, I tell you. I didn't even want to see the inside of the house. I called my realtor and asked if there was a way to back out of the house and she had me sign a release and the sellers agreed. Thank you, God.
Onto house hunting. We wanted to stay within a $200,000 budget. Those dreams were shot down when the realtor took me around to the houses. I have to give her credit. She did keep all of our prospects in good neighborhoods. Neighborhoods where I wouldn't fear that my child's Powerwheels would be jacked. Everyone of the houses were "fixer uppers" meaning that they were either missing vital housing elements or they were just a construction nightmare. Some had awesome square footage but the floorplans were all choppy. One even had a stripper pole. I kid you not. I was tempted but then that just rules out any home birthday parties for the kids. I think we looked at nearly a million houses. Okay, so it was more like fifteen. All I know is that at the end of the day I just wanted to curl up in a ball and take a Crying Game shower. My realtor just looks at me and says "Are you disheartened?"
No, I'm giddy with the thought that indoor plumbing will be my biggest luxury if we choose any of the houses we looked at today.
Earlier that day another realtor had come into my realtor's office before we were going house hunting. She asked me what my price range was and when I told her she mentioned that she knew a man that was selling his house for sale by owner. She gave us the address and we put it on the end of our list and in the back of our minds. After seeing the eyesores that I had looked at all day I didn't think this would be any better but we gave it a last ditch effort and drove by just to have a look...Have you ever had that feeling in your stomach when you just know something is meant to be and its fate? I never have that but when I saw this house it was love. I didn't even care what the inside looked like. If it was this nice on the outside it has to be wonderful on the inside.
And it was. I found my perfect little home. A little more than I wanted to pay but well worth it. It's already been appraised for over what we paid. This house, as funny as it sounds, has reaffirmed something in my belief in God. Its showed me that there is something, someone placing me in moments that make my life richer and fuller. This post is long enough so I will post more later on the house with pics and all that jazz.