I must share that my dream of having an historic home will soon be realized.
After months of making frequent visits to the historic district, and checking the classifieds for houses, I basically concluded that I was torturing myself because most of the renovated homes weren't in our price range. I gave up several times and figured we would just stay put.
However, hope remained springing up in me, and I had a lot of encouragement from my friends to just keep looking and see what happens.
Once we found this house, which happens to be an awesome deal, I obsessed for about a week.
Feelings of fear were surfacing; fear of not wanting to be disappointed, and not wanting to make the wrong decision.
With being on a tight budget and being a student, it's scary to change anything and open the door to the unknown.
What if the utility bills are sky high?
What if traffic is an issue?
Will we like the urban lifestyle?
What will I do without a garage?
Once we made a decision to just go for it, I haven't really worried at all.
I've also decided I will not live in fear.
The house is beautiful, I absolutely love it.
It's about 800 sq feet bigger than our current home.
It has lots of charm and character.
It has a front porch and a sweet little entryway.
The mailman walks across the porch to deliver the mail; I just love that!
Original hardwood floors and mantles.
Carlos finally gets a studio that isn't a walk-in closet.
I finally get a bedroom free of gear. (PTL)
Living, dining, kitchen, mudroom, office (studio.)
4 bedrooms, 3 full baths.
It was built in 1912.
This might sound weird, but I feel like the house needs us.
To fill it with love, to respect its history.
The neighborhood is slowly returning to its original splendor after being run down for a period of time. There is so much potential there, and we get to be a part of that.
It just feels right.
I am so excited!
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