A Real Home

We are a real family with real problems and real love. I am a real person with a real job that demands a lot of my time and energy. I have a real budget and have to make trade-offs all the time. Unfortunately, I sometimes have unrealistic expectations. I am a perfectionist. I realize that a lot of people say that about themselves, but I really mean it. It drives most people around me CRAZY. Last night at dinner, my younger brother said to me, “You do everything in the hardest possible way”, and maybe it’s true. I’m hoping that this blog can be a place where others can learn from (and laugh at!) us doing things “the hardest possible way” and who knows, maybe we’ll have some good ideas, too!

You can certainly learn from our house-hunt. God, I wish someone had been there to give us a “heads up” about things. I guess that’s what a realtor is for – OH WAIT, had one of those. More on that subject later. Our house hunt started off with 2 main criteria:

1. We needed a location close to downtown – close to work, friends, restaurants, and bars.

2. We wanted an historic house built sometime around 1900-1929, because there is so much charm found in the architecture from that time period. That’s probably a nice way of saying what we really wanted – an old wreck of a house.

So, we decided to get started. I had been fake-house-hunting for years, of course, browsing the MLS listings regularly and crashing open houses with no intention of actually making a purchase. Now that we were headed back “home” (not to mention I was SO tired of having to move between rentals year after year for so long), this was my time!

I found my house by driving by it. One day when I was stalking around all areas that I might possibly want to live, I came across this incredibly charming and historic neighborhood. There were only a couple of houses for sale, and each was light years out of our price range. As I drove down each street, I decided that one day I would live in one of them.

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As we continued our home search, there was a price reduction on one of the homes in my dream neighborhood.  When we walked through the door, we found a home with good bones.  We found a strong character and an old soul.  Even though it was still beyond our budget, I knew that I had to have it!

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With a little creativity…. it was ours!!!

~ B ~

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A New Year. A New Blog.

 

2013

I’ve had this site for a while now, and as much as I’ve wanted to, for some reason I’ve found so many reasons not to get started on it. I guess I felt like I had to start off with something really grand, some sort of impressive opening or exciting introduction.  Since that has seemed like much too daunting of a task to me for so long (not to mention a boring read), I’ll just skip it and jump straight in!

My husband and I were married 2 years ago.  Since then, we’ve moved back to my hometown and bought our first house.  After living in rental houses and apartments since college, owning a house was one of my greatest desires.  I had been desperate for walls that I could wallpaper, or even knock down if I want to!  My dream house: a beautiful old house with a big long driveway and old wood floors that creak when you walk on them and big old wooden windows that look out onto the big old trees in the yard and had a view of the surrounding mountains and the city below.

And so the journey begins.  This blog is going to be about that journey:  from finding a home to making it a home and every blown fuse, mini-flood, trip to the hardware store, hole-in-the-wall-where-it’s-not-supposed-to-be, and general “Oops! Wtf!?” in between.

I hope you enjoy the ride, because we certainly are!

~B~