Let me first start off by saying: we’re crazy.
It all started when a bright orange and gray house (same colors as ours) down the street went on the market. I admit my guilty pleasure is perusing the real estate market for fun to see what’s out there. When this particular house became available it got me thinking. It had some pros and cons compared to our home, but I realized how much they could get out of it and how the market was climbing.
We were perfectly happy in our house. It served us well, we’d improved it a bunch, and we came to love it. Unfortunately, we knew it wouldn’t be a long-term home for us. It was 3 bedroom/1 bath/1 garage, and we already had 2 little kids. So we were torn on trying to take advantage of the market to hopefully make a larger profit, or staying and practicing the art of contentment. I didn’t really feel like there was a wrong choice. One was cumfy and predictable, and the other was scary as well as exciting. I felt like God was saying, “either be grateful and content with what I have given you, or have faith and trust that I will provide – I am there regardless.”
Needless to say, we decided to jump. We up-rooted our family from our routine and moved in with my parents. Luckily, they were our saving grace for deciding to even move this direction. We knew in this market we would have to have no contingencies when we did find a home, and would need to sell first. Then we searched, and searched, and searched. Not unlike many people today in the same predicament. Our gift was time. Living with my mom and dad bought us time to look, but our downfall was budget and style. Let’s just say we are extra picky. Thankfully, we had the best realtor that was patient, but persistent. Lindsey Haymond and her sister Kelsey Bradley went on this wild adventure with us enthusiastically… and boy do we have some stories! We didn’t want this scary free-fall to feel like we were settling for something that wasn’t worth the headache. We were particularly looking for the lower roof lines of mid-century architecture, but also wanted a project to make our own. We looked at homes worth demolishing, foreclosures, as well as scary vacant hoarder-like homes that looked more like a storage unit for furniture and spiders.
That aforementioned house is a whole other blog post in and of itself. Needless to say, we eventually found one with the potential needed to create the vision we have. It backed up to the creek, had a 2 car garage, vaulted ceilings, a larger yard, and another bathroom. It just needed style and a tiny bit more space.