It's official: when you come home for Christmas, you'll be visiting us in our
new house!!! I'm not sure it has totally sunk in yet that 5 days ago we didn't have a house, nor were we looking for one, and now I feel like I'm drowning in facts, figures, estimates, and amortization charts. Last Wednesday, Brian went for a run, and literally ran past this place with a For Sale sign in the front yard. He brought me back to see it, I loved it, and he called the realtor, who turned out to be the Godfather himself. Turns out he bought this place and is flipping it. As an HGTV addict, I love the idea of buying a flip. So the Don sent his buyer's agent out to show it to us before it went on the market. It took us all of 10 minutes to completely fall for this cape in the country. There is hardly anything not to like: it sits on one glorious acre a generous distance from the neighbors, has 3, count them, 3 decks, 4 bedrooms, 1 bath with a whirlpool tub (SOLD!), a full, paritally finished basement, hardwood floors, and oh, be still my heart - it overlooks nothing but cornfields and a horse farm. Our first attempt at making an offer was foiled because the town had absolutely no record of the existence of this address. Oh yeah, true story. 
They also had no accurate tax information, which is sort of an asset when purchasing a home ;-) So 72 hours later (after the Don called the town himself to resolve this matter) we tried again, and contingent upon our final approval of the contractors' work and the engineering inspection - it's ours! We're aiming to close sometime in September, at which point I will go into Martha Stewart on crack mode, and I would recommend keeping a safe distance lest you get knocked out by a designer window treatment...
It's official: when you come home for Christmas, you'll be visiting us in our new house!!! I'm not sure it has totally sunk in yet that 5 days ago we didn't have a house, nor were we looking for one, and now I feel like I'm drowning in facts, figures, estimates, and amortization charts. Last Wednesday, Brian went for a run, and literally ran past this place with a For Sale sign in the front yard. He brought me back to see it, I loved it, and he called the realtor, who turned out to be the Godfather himself. Turns out he bought this place and is flipping it. As an HGTV addict, I love the idea of buying a flip. So the Don sent his buyer's agent out to show it to us before it went on the market. It took us all of 10 minutes to completely fall for this cape in the country. There is hardly anything not to like: it sits on one glorious acre a generous distance from the neighbors, has 3, count them, 3 decks, 4 bedrooms, 1 bath with a whirlpool tub (SOLD!), a full, paritally finished basement, hardwood floors, and oh, be still my heart - it overlooks nothing but cornfields and a horse farm. Our first attempt at making an offer was foiled because the town had absolutely no record of the existence of this address. Oh yeah, true story. 
They also had no accurate tax information, which is sort of an asset when purchasing a home ;-) So 72 hours later (after the Don called the town himself to resolve this matter) we tried again, and contingent upon our final approval of the contractors' work and the engineering inspection - it's ours! We're aiming to close sometime in September, at which point I will go into Martha Stewart on crack mode, and I would recommend keeping a safe distance lest you get knocked out by a designer window treatment...
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