We didn’t originally look to buy in the town that we did or off of a street that we had driven by so many times before, but never noticed. We almost went against the advice of our realtor to come take a look at a property that required a lot of love, one that was old, really old, like 110-years-old, old. We actually passed up the opportunity to bid on that little old house and didn’t regret it. But then, the deal with the people who did buy it fell through and it was to go back onto the market the next day. With some help, we fell privy to that information before the public and decided to make one last drive by well after dark, parking the car in front of the recently mowed lawn, the only thing that was really visible, lit by the glow of the street lamp overhead. We talked about the wrap-around front porch and how despite its flaws, we could see the kids carving pumpkins there and leaving them on the front steps or lining up their collection of smooth stones from the beach along the sill of the bay window, or how the columns would look all dressed up in garland and a string of lights in December. The next day we set up a meeting to walk through and after several other visits, the potential started to grow on us. The prospect of fixing up a house and making it a home became more appealing than it was daunting and once everything was signed, sealed and delivered, it was ours. Fast forward a few months, and lots of paint and sanding, and dust, and we officially moved in on Christmas Eve night. Our oldest, Emma, wanted to wake up there on Christmas morning and so with half of the house still under construction and nothing but a tree, and a bed for each of us, we made it happen. There is still so much to do and change and make our own, but it has been so fulfilling to see so much already come together in such a short time, and get closer to the space that we ultimately envision for our family. Here are a few photos of the house as it is now, 12 days into being here, filled with a few of my favorite antique rugs and the sound of my girls’ footsteps on the creaky wood steps in the morning.
I will share more updates as we continue to make progress on this little old house. Have a great weekend!