Saying goodbye to our sweet home, and my favorite mustard yellow door.
There are lots of funny things about our new house. First of all, it's in a town that I didn't want to live in. My dad will remind me, and keep on reminding me, that I said I would't live here, or buy a house here, ever. That was about six years ago. Ironically, when we started to look for houses this past fall this was the only place I wanted to live. I may have heard people say, a time or two, that no one really moves here, people just stay here forever. Comical that me, my sister, and my parents have all moved here. Also comical, before Caleb and I got married I interned with a wedding and event planning firm. Let's pretend the town I live in is called Greenville. A girl and I were working an auction at the end of a golf and wine event with a lot of wealthy, slightly drunk golfers. Some guy bid on a weekend away and had no idea what he won, thanks to all that wine. When we brought him the envelope with the package he won to Lake Placid, the girl said, Let's tell him he won a weekend away to Greenville. She's all, he's gonna die if he thinks that's where he's going. I'm all, I just moved there.
But it's kinda perfect for us. I owe it our real estate agent, and friend, Jeremy for telling us to keep our showing when I wanted to cancel it. If you live in upstate New York and need a real estate agent, Jeremy's your guy. When we thought we wouldn't even sell our house anymore cause our offer wasn't accepted on the first house we wanted, he prayed with us and reminded us that God already knows where we belong, which house we will end up in. How's that for a real estate agent? Thanks for telling us what's up, Jeremy. Email him here.
When we first walked into the house I thought we could never afford the remodeling this place needs. The house had so much character and a killer layout. Can you say all the kids upstairs and us on the main floor? Can you also say family room downstairs so that I can shove all the toys into and pretend that my house is clean? Along came this little thing called a rehab loan... we got approved... and what do ya know? It is now our home sweet home. For the next six months our friend and contractor, along with my husband, will be remodeling this beaut.
Here's a little sneak peek:
That would be a white brick wall and a working fireplace. Bless the Lord, oh my soul.
Beamed ceilings, wainscoting, and lots of light.