It sort of happened on a lark one afternoon.
I called our bank out of curiosity to check on a loan to buy a house.
Our very first house.
I got all the information and then my heart did a little skip and maybe a little dance and then I lived on the internet for the next three days just looking at houses: ranchers, 2 stories, new construction, and fixer uppers.
Then I sort of changed my mind because it all felt a little overwhelming to move and besides I remembered I wanted to buy a house in the same neighborhood as my sister in law, Jen, so we could hang out and shop at DI together and carpool and plan Thanksgiving.
And then I remembered that Jen lives in Utah and I live in Tennessee. And that sort of makes carpooling a little more difficult. So, I tucked that little dream of owning a home away for a little while longer.
Then a serendipitous thing happened. We got a post card in the mail from a friend who had changed jobs and now worked at a mortage lenders. I called him and gave him some information and then he sent an e-mail requesting more information. Then I got cold feet and sent an e-mail explaining that we only wanted information and that we weren't interested in actually buying a house just yet.
And then he called and explained a little more and I said okay and we sent him the information and then he asked if he could give our contact information to a realtor and I said yes.
And then the realtor called and I said we're not interested in buying, we are just getting information and he said well just for informational purposes what are you looking for and I said four bedrooms, 2 baths, a family room and at least .5 acres all for the same amount that we pay in rent currently. Oh and preferably in my sister in law's neighborhood.
A couple of days later our mortgage lender friend sent us a prequalified letter and 10 days later we were under contract for a house.
The funny thing is, I didn't even want to see this house. The listing pictures left a lot to be desired. We looked at a number of houses. Actually, I meant to say we wrote down the addresses of a number of houses and then we drove around looking at the neighborhoods where each house was located.
The newer houses were stacked on top of each other. No yards just lovely houses with little personality because every house looked like the next.
We looked at older homes with larger yards but they were in need of repairs.
We drove by another house in the same neighborhood as our house. We liked that it had a larger yard then the newer houses and loved the neighborhood but the house didn't really appeal to either of us. Then James suggested we look at Governorwood because it was in the neighborhood.
As we drove by and beheld that lovely flat, mature yard, all .81 acres our hearts did a little skip.
We scheduled a showing a couple days later to look at both houses in the neighborhood. While the first house was 200 square feet bigger, it seemed so much smaller. The whole time, I was looking at the house I kept praying that we would really like Governorwood.
Especially because our realtor said they were going to reduce the price another $15,000!
And guess what? We did!
I love the exposed brick wall in the entrance and the wide landing where Jen (after looking at the pictures I emailed) pointed out I could put a Christmas tree. She's so smart! Now, if I could just convince her to move from Utah to Tennessee. Then we could be neighbors and decorate the tree together!
I'm not a fan of sliding glass doors, but I adore all the light and ambience that these doors provide. Eventually we will replace the sliding glass doors with French doors but I love how open the house feels.
Now, who wants to plan to come over and help me paint? Anyone?