Wednesday, February 18, 2009

House hunting



I want a home. I want a place to call my own. I want to raise my family alongside my man in this home of ours. I want to live in this town. I love it’s history, it’s charm, it’s proximity to the ocean. I love all the old houses, the friendly shopkeepers, the local farms.

We found this house. Built in 1850, it’s been completely redone and turned into a two family. We could have the second and third floor. We’d have our own yard. I want this home.

Before we started looking, I bought the cheapest, warmest, shortest vacation I could find. Steve and I are going to Florida on Friday for a long weekend.

When we get back, maybe we’ll make an offer. It’s just that it costs so damn much. 20% down? HA! We can barely scrape together 10%. And then all the closing costs, insurance and taxes, OH MY! But when I crunch the numbers, it looks like we could do it. As long as the economy doesn’t tank and neither one of us loses our job.
I want this house. I want to put a big fluffy perennial bed in front. I want to push a stroller up to this door. I want to call THIS one, home.

5 comments:

Syd said...

I hope that it works. It looks like a really cheerful happy place. Have a good vacation.

steveroni said...

Molls, Howdy!

I L.O.V.E. your new home...well, I hope! Beautiful picture of an attractive house, and if you are 'in love' with it, if it IS God's will, it will be yours.

I'm betting on it! And praying for you. OK?

Kristin H. said...

It really is quite beautiful. I don't blame you. I shall keep my fingers crossed for you.

Sarah said...

Beautiful pic, Good Luck!!!

Kathy Lynne said...

I love our area too! Makes me want to drive around and find your house...no worries, I won't, LOL!

One note...and I hate to be the dark cloud here, but make sure you check out the first floor owners....who they are..what they are like..ask the neighbors. Do not skip this step. Your paradise could turn into a living hell...we spent 13 years stuck in a condo we couldn't sell because of the crazy lady who lived downstairs. And she wouldn't let me plant anything...she'd dig it up....