I was so excited when I woke up this morning – today was the day I was showing off the house to hubby!!
Until we got there.
You see – just like when you take the guy (or girl) you like to your friends, and are expectantly waiting to hear what they think, you never want to hear anything bad because it totally FUBARs up your own image of them and you’ll never, EVER see that person the same way again.
And such was this house. Hubby liked the space, and agreed that it certainly had a TON of potential…but it also needed work. Not hire-out-contractors type of work, but this-is-taking-a-lot-of-time-and-effort type of work. If we were single, or if we had jobs that weren’t 10+ hour days, or if he had a job where he could be home for more than 72 hours in a row, then the house might have worked. But as we aren’t, we don’t, and he isn’t – this won’t work for what we need.
Which gives me complete sadsies because OH THE ROOM AND SPACE!! OOOH AAAAH!!
So, on a whim, we decided to drive by house #2 (which I had seen Thursday) so we could show my in-laws where it was.
And they were having an open house.
So we went in.
And the in-laws LOVED it. And hubby liked it. And my daughter just spun around in the backyard like a goof.
It is pretty, and the neighborhood is nice and I do think it could/would work. I mean, they JUST redid the kitchen and the floors…and they’re GORGE. Like, beautiful hardwood floors and new granite countertops redone.
But – and my only but – it’s not as spacious as the other house is/was and that concerns me. You can’t just BUY new space, you know? It works for us as a family now…but for years from now?? I just don’t know.