Just when you thought it was safe to write our address in ink in your little black book. . .
We're going to relocate, again!
To those who know us, it shouldn't come as a huge surprise. We've always talked about building a house, but never felt settled enough to consider it. Well, after 20 years of marriage, maybe it's time to put down roots?
We've spent the past eight months or so looking for a place to build. Empty lots within easy bicycle commute of D's office with a good view are non-existent . Plan B, find something that really needs to be knocked down or substantially rebuilt. That wasn't easy either, they've all been done, sometimes very badly. Who wants to pay a fortune for a recently renovated house only to rip out half the work and start over again? Plan C, sigh. Find one that has been redone, but not too recently, and is in bad enough shape that the asking price isn't quite so scary. Our real estate agent got temporarily distracted by Plan D, find a place we actually liked (but the whole point is, we really want to build a place of our own, not squeeze into someone else's ideal home). . . Plan C finally succeeded about two weeks ago.
It was a house we saw several months ago, but nixed because of some serious design flaws and the poor condition of the exterior. Then we finally got our act together and engaged and architect, and the sellers got tired of the house not selling and reduced the price substantially and tada! We're picking up the keys today. Gulp.
I'm approaching the first visit with some trepidation. The last time we saw it, the place was full of junk - The garage and basement especially. Our agent went by yesterday and said the U-haul was out front and they were emptying out the garage. . . so perhaps it won't look like an explosion in a charity shop. . . one can only hope.
Pictures soon, I promise!
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