Hello! I miss you. Like a lot. All of you, really :)
Did you see that we sold our house? So excited! I mean its bittersweet... I LOVE my little house. I have spent the last 4.5 years pouring love into it. From floor to ceiling, I love it! You saw the pictures ;) So, when the plans for our big remodel just exploded in our face (I still owe you that story, but it still stings too much) I was crushed about having to leave. I cried... A lot. But then, out of nowhere, I found it: My BIG house. Want the story? You got it!
So, usually about twice a month or more I drive through my old neighbor (where I grew up) to see if my old house is on the market. Mind you, I couldn't afford it even if it was, but hey a girl can dream... Anyway, so I'm driving through the old hood and I noticed a cute little house with a for sale sign in the yard. Still hurting from the disappointment of the remodel fiasco, I was hesitant to call. But I did. Turns out the "little house" was really not that little... At all. It was cute, so I set up a time for the hubs and I to go look at it.
We got there before the realtor, and noticed the house was empty, so we when snooping around. We looked in the windows and it looked huge! Like a lot bigger than from the street. Liked it! Then we went around to the back and saw this:
I basically knew right then and there I had to have it.
When the realtor arrived she let us in the house. We poked around the 2 floors. Inspected the big kitchen and great room, the office, the mud/craft room, formal living room, dining room, the 3 bedrooms and 3 baths... It just kept going on and on.
We chatted with the realtor for a bit and then went on our way... The next day I got a call from the realtor. She said that the sellers think they know my mother and that she sang at their wedding. I informed her that they must be thinking about my GRANDmother, and that is a possibility... She sings at a lot of weddings. Blah, blah... not a whole lot more to the conversation. I got off the phone and called my grandmother and told her we were looking at a house and that she might have sung at the sellers wedding. She was like "Ok, which of like 500?" HA! She then said, "Oh, by the way I drove by a really great house the other day... I thought of you and Kyle. Its at blank & blank. Its 2 story, very nice." I laughed, "YiaYia! That's the house I'm talking about!!!" Totally strange. And then is got stranger (more strange?)...
That Sunday there was an open house at the house. So, my grandmother thought she would go have a look. She pulled in to the driveway just before the open house was scheduled to start. As she was pulling in, the owner of the house was pulling out. He got out of the car and approached my grandmother, "Pope?" She did not recognize him, but he started to explain who he was and as it turns out, my grandmother DID in fact sing at their wedding.... BECAUSE the mother of the owner's wife is one of my grandmothers oldest friends! Not only that but the wife is actually named after MY MOTHER! My grandmother's friend named her daughter after "the sweetest little girl in the world," my mom! How CRAZY is all that?
Looks like it was fate to me :)
I will do a full inside tour. I just need to get pics. The house is in great shape, but lets be honest... They people that lived there before us, well... They liked wood. Dark wood. A lot. (Read paneling, woof.) So, I have some work to do. But you know what, I like to put lots of love into my house... You know this :)