Happy Friday, everyone! Just over a year ago, Ben drove past a house for sale in our dream neighborhood. We couldn’t stop talking/thinking about it. At least until we walked through it. Listing pictures were limited and didn’t show much. After talking to the agent, we understood why. It was dirty. So dirty she didn’t want to show it yet. We persisted, saying we can look past it. Tomorrow marks one year since we stepped in the doors of what we now call our Mountain house. I had my little point and shoot camera, so the picture quality isn’t the best, but you get the idea.
Yes, it was dirty (in both the clutter and dirt sense), but we liked what we saw.
Well, what mattered anyway. Light fixtures, paint colors, and furniture doesn’t matter because they’re easily changed.
The layout was great. Open living areas with three bedrooms on the main level.
And our minds were racing with options and ideas.
Some rooms had been updated to fit the owner’s traditional style.
Others had been left mostly untouched.
There was no denying it, we were interested. Maybe more than interested.
It was perfect for us. A brand new dream project.
Sure, it needed/needs a lot of work, but we’re still happy with our decision. No buyer’s remorse here. Although I’d be lying if I said we didn’t occasionally we do miss our first love (house).