Happy Anniversary to my house!
Five years ago this Labor Day weekend we moved into our home and all the fun, drama, labor, exhaustion, frustration, and love began. In the coming week, I hope to post some before and not-quite-after-still-working-on-it-here's-the-progress-we've-made-so-far pictures.
But before we get to all that fun, I thought I would share the story of our house.
When my husband and I got married, we were fortunate to be able to move into a great starter home about thirty minutes outside Birmingham. The only problem was that the traffic was awful, we weren't close to our friends and family, and we couldn't easily enjoy all the fun things the city had to offer. We also knew that whenever the kids came along we would need a larger house. So when the rumblings in the housing market started in 2007, we started talking about moving closer to Birmingham and finding our "forever" home.
We looked on the internet and found a house for sale in the neighborhood that my husband grew up in and he told me to go take a look at it. So I set up an appointment with the realtor, looked at the property, and really liked it. I asked what we needed to do if we wanted to make an offer and she said put our house up for sale. So I went home, told my husband, and he said go for it.
Our house sold in a month and in the meantime we put contracts on two other houses, but both fell through. In need of a house, we went back to the first one I viewed and decided with a bit of love we could make it work. So we made an offer, signed the papers, and she was all ours.
|Our new home - Labor Day 2007|
And then my life became eerily similiar the Money Pit and This Old House.