My latest venture consists of purchasing a house with my boyfran. It seems so juvenille to say "boyfriend," but since we aren't engaged (yet), I will use the correct terminology. We started looking a few months ago, and unlike many people I have really enjoyed the process. Seeing as how I am a obsessive compulsive perfectionist, the most difficult aspect I found was being able to overlook the foibles, and try to view the house as a blank slate, waiting for us to put our mark on it. After viewing around 20 homes which we liked, but did not love, we decided to take a break from the house hunt. Upon driving through one of our favorite neighborhoods in town, we stumbled upon a newer home that appeared to be empty. After peaking through the windows and watching the sun set over the pond in the backyard, I knew I had to see it. I scheduled an appointment with our realtor, and we were able to tour it the next day. As soon as I walked in the door, I immediately fell in love. I screamed professed to Brian and our realtor, that this...is...it! We viewed the rest of the house, and each room got better and better. Here is a picture of part of the exterior...
It has an East Coast, Cape Cod feel, and I've already decided that I would put two black wicker chairs on the front porch with red and black patterned cushions. Ok, ok, I'm getting a little ahead of myself. Needless to say, the next morning, we put in an offer. We gave the seller (the bank) until Friday, and hopefully, we wont have to wait that long to get a response. Until then, I am trying hard to focus on work instead of daydreaming about fabrics, paint colors, and textiles.
If you've read this, thank you for taking the time out of your day, and lets hope my next post will bring good news!
