Today we did the final walk-through of what will be our new house, as of tomorrow. The last time I saw it, I was on bed rest, and if you asked my doctor she probably would have said I wasn’t supposed to be walking at all, much less through houses.
Andy and I tend to walk through houses a second time and find great fault in them (just ask our Realtors). So I was worried about the walk-through today, afraid I had built up the house too much in my mind—that it wouldn’t live up to my expectations. I had just given birth to our boys when the inspection was scheduled, so Andy had to attend that alone. So much has happened between the open house and today.
Technically, we weren’t even supposed to be looking.
But we did. And I loved it then and I still love it now. The street could be prettier (there’s a gas station nearby) but the private, beautifully landscaped backyard makes up for that. It was built in 1910 and has character—lots of character (and another stone foundation, go figure). There is wallpaper that needs stripped, and light fixtures that need replaced, but it’s bigger—much bigger—and I can see us raising our family there, at least for a good while.
So here are some pictures (with the sellers’ furniture) of my favorite rooms and parts. We close tomorrow, and move in next weekend. I can’t wait.
front porch
front door
entry
living room
dining room
bedroom
backyard
“People are living longer than ever before, a phenomenon undoubtedly made necessary by the 30-year mortgage.” —Doug Larson