Did you notice that I recently stopped talking about house hunting because I was so beset with agony over our inability to find a new house?
Well, I did.
But I am pleased to announce that our offer on a great little reproduction colonial on the world's most perfect piece of land was accepted last Thursday!! (do you hear the cheering?)
It's a very funny story actually. Let me tell you all about it as I throw in some pictures...
We had seen one multi-family house already, and to be honest with you - I was completely overwhelmed. It needed a lot of cosmetic work, everywhere. I suppose that I have forgotten what its like to walk into a house that needs THAT MUCH work. Aside from which, the house was in a neighborhood that looked somewhat sketchy, and I had no interest in moving somewhere crappy.
So on Monday, I was searching the interwebs for a starter/fixer-uper in a town where I knew we could make a profit; places like Glastonbury, Hebron and Columbia.
I looked at the pictures of said perfectly good house. 2,600 sq. ft., a 3 car garage, 4.5 acres, 2.5 baths, 3 bedrooms, a beautiful deck, an outdoor kitchen (!), wood floors, stainless appliances, a second floor washer/dryer room, and best of all, a spectacular price.
"It can't be!" I thought to myself as I read the address.
12 Sadlon Road.
Hardy, har, har, Universe. You got me.... our perfect house about 200 yards from the in-laws, in a town that would provide a 45-minute commute for each of us. Without thinking much of it, I sent the link to the Mister. Both of us just kind of shrugged (I assume) and went about our day.
At home that night I said, "so, what did you think? Pretty funny huh, Sadlon Road..."
Him: I don't know.
Me: It could be terrible, you know.
Me: Or it could be really convenient.
Me: So, should we look or not?
Him: I don't know... (groan)
As helpful as his comments were, I really needed a bit more guidance. He called his Mom, I called mine. Both (unsurprisingly) thought it was a wonderful idea. After all, we'd be moving from 20 minutes away from each of them right down to 2 minutes away.
The next day, I asked our Realtor to make an appointment for us to see it on Friday. Then, a flurry of text messages between me and my mother-in-law and the Mister had us all in a panic that Friday night be too late. I tried to keep my cool, but definitely was feeling the pressure to move fast.
See how I went from luke-warm/shoulder-shrugging to incredibly possessive of a house I had never seen? While the Mr. was ready to make an offer on the spot without having seen the house (he did go in as a kid a few times) I couldn't agree to that, so our Realtor said she could do 9:00 a.m. on Wednesday morning.
|TV room, "Living Room"|
|useless front door|
|stairs/hall that leads to dining room|
|upstairs looking down|
Oh the fun that my baby dogs will have as they run through our stream!
Yes, we have a stream!
|second floor laundry|
|upstairs hall bathroom|
|Master bath, with master closet to the left|
|guest bedroom 1|
|guest bedroom 2|
|under the covered deck (off the kitchen)|
|looking out to our acreage|
|outdoor kitchen in stone, stream beyond (can't see it here)|
PS - Quality movers and packers wanted, we pay in beer, cupcakes, cookies, pizza, you name it.