If My Heart Was A House, You'd Be Home

I've been mostly quiet on the search for the house lately because I was mandated by Hubby to take it down a notch.  They say that opposites attract, and that is certainly the case here.  If I had my way, I would have moved into a new house yesterday.  If Hubby had his way, he'd save up until he could pay cash before feeling entirely comfortable. 

My mom reminded me yesterday that I have been raised in a home with "impulse people."  My parents decide to go look for a new car and come home with one that afternoon.  I came back from college to find the bottom floor of our house completely redone, with a new couch, pool table and 65" television.  When they decide that the want something, they just go for it.  Hubby is not an impulse person. 

So instead of dragging Hubby out to look at houses every weekend, I've been quietly looking at them online. Which was working perfectly well.  Until yesterday. 

I found this house.  And from the photos, it looks perfect.  It's a great size, in a great neighborhood, and, shockingly, it should be right in our price range.  Because I'm a crazy researcher, I found the floorplan on a different website and now I'm a little obsessed with it.  I convinced Hubby to go see it this weekend, despite his initial concerns. 

So we have an appointment with the realtor tomorrow.  Ohpleaseohpleaseohplease let this house be awesome.  Or maybe not.  Because then the real negotiating begins. Pin It