Remember when we thought we had a house but didn't... well, we're we still hopeful we'd find something that we loved and we finally have!
When my realtor met me at the property, she said, "No, I hate this for you, it's totally not you." I told her we haven't even looked inside (while still standing on the curb). She sighed and said "Ok", half heartedly.
As we walked up the little walkway to the house, I looked around and smiled. I thought it was charming.
We got up to the porch and I loved the dutch door flanked by slim windows atopped with stained glass. Very cute. I peeked inside and squealed with delight. I told her, "I love this house already! Let's go in!"
Now, this house was built in 1892, so you know I immediately thought it would be a disaster inside.. but to my surprise most of the house had been restored and I believe that the previous owners probably ran out of money and didn't get to finish beautifying this home.
There are 7 bedrooms, 5 with working fireplaces.
I even love the park-like backyard.
Maybe this will be it, we're hoping and praying if it's meant for us, that all will go well. We put in a contract, it was accepted. Fingers and toes crossed.