I wanted to dedicate one post to one of my first loves..my first house.
I bought this house right as S and I were starting to date. In fact, he even house shopped with me and had some input (because I knew he’d be the one I married).
I found this house originally but thought it was out of my price range. I kept driving by after looking at numerous other houses (all terrible), I decided to try to put a bid in. It was rejected and I didn’t get to rebid. Then a few days later the agent called and said they’d accept the bid if it was still an option. I took it. I loved the neighborhood, the charm of the house, everything. It was love at first sight. On move in day, I even had S’s parents helping out and I, being the project manager, had a project plan that kept all my resources busy for the entire day. Don’t worry, I paid them…. in food and beverages. Oh and did I mention I documented every improvement.
If all happens as planned and we do move, I’ll be very emotional come moving day. Even as I write this, I’m tearing up. I know memories go with you but to think of the events that have gone on in between these walls is amazing.
If these walls could talk..and you asked them if they liked us living there. My HOPE is that the response would be absolutely. “They treated me well”
This was the house on day 2 (after some immediate landscaping)
This was the original kitchen
This was the main living area. I fell in love with the house because of this room.
We’ve LOVED updating this house. Everything about it to me is cozy and inviting.
This kitchen was my baby last year before E came along.
The bathroom also turned out well.