Possibly a little too quickly.
You all know we're looking to move. We've even figured out where. But we were thinking about starting the process after the new year -- that's why, among other reasons, we turned away from that large house in the burbs that I talked about before.
And then. I jumped the gun a bit.
I like looking at real estate ads, the same way I used to troll want ads, even when I was happy in my job. It's just like going to Ikea, looking at those perfect little rooms and thinking, "Who would I be if I lived here?"
The imagining is always fun.
There were a few interesting houses online, and I visited the listings fairly often. Then, at a craft show, a friend mentioned that her partner was a realtor covering that area. Well, it seemed only polite to call and ask to see a few of those houses -- we didn't have to buy them, after all. It was just like a trip to Ikea, trying them on for size, seeing who we'd be in those spaces.
One of the houses I liked was already empty, its walls painted in colors I could live with, its hardwood floors gleaming with fresh polyurethane, eliciting an almost-inappropriate response in my old house loving heart. We asked to see that one.
When the realtor texted, setting up the time to meet him, I thought he'd mis-typed the house number. I'll meet you at 114
, he wrote. I texted back, Don't you mean 115?
, he said. We'll see that one too, but the house across the street is also for sale and a better price.
We saw 114, and I realized pretty quickly that I'd looked at the listing and dismissed it because of the godawful pictures, which showed not one good feature and every bad one. The house had many of the features on my wish list: screened porch, working fireplace, dry basement, replacement windows, three bedrooms, reasonable amounts of storage, a garage, a back yard. It had a few extras I wasn't anticipating: a built-in cedar closet in the small attic, original built-in kitchen cabinets, aslate roof. It had a few things I disliked: wallpaper in a few areas, a dingy bathroom, white-painted woodwork everywhere, a leak in the porch roof that damaged part of the living room wall.
We looked at 115, directly across the street. The colors were good. The floors were gorgeous. The kitchen was similar to 114, but smaller. The yard was bigger, but less private. There wasn't much left to do, and it was $40,000 more.
Guess what we did?
We're still in the loan/paperwork/agonizing stage, so (much) more later. And the move still won't be until well after the new year, so maybe I'm not that far off schedule after all.