I am feeling almost giddy because tomorrow we close on our house! After such a bummer experience (including being low-balled and costly plumbing repairs), we are almost done! Closed book. And ready (oh, god am I ready) to move on. yippee! We have started the search for a new house down here. I think we've seen around 15 or so thus far. Man... there are some real scary houses out there! One of them looked like the Flintstones lived there. And one smelled so badly like cat pee, we covered our noses and ran out. No kidding. Grody people. Grode.
We did find two that would be alright, but with each there are sacrifices. I wonder if the *perfect* thing is out there. I'm kind of doubting it... It's just a matter of making it your own when you make a decision.
(p.s. I have been cutting pics out of magazines for inspiration and LOVE to think about all the fun things I could do with a clean slate house... Just lemme at em!)
Did you just *know* when you found your perfect home? Or was there second guessing? I'm curious...