The final pictures of Hill Street (forgive the poor quality, they were taken quickly with my cell!)
We have a dear friend who, every time he makes a toast (which is often), always says, “to new beginnings,” even if it’s totally unrelated to what he’s really toasting. It’s just kind of his thing. And on July first of this year, we made it our thing…
As I mentioned before, we moved a few months ago and now live in a slightly larger (but still project-worthy) house a few streets over. What I didn’t mention, however, is the process with which we bought the house. We made an appointment ten minutes after it popped up on the market. And we offered asking price. That first day.
It appears that our crazy knows no bounds.
But in all honesty, we knew right away that it was ‘the one.’ We knew we were buying the house before even walking through it, barring any major issues. And there were none. And it was even more charming in person. And the floorpan worked perfectly for the addition we wanted to add.
So shut up and take our money!
Which they did and a month later we happily moved in. There were other issues along the way though, like the Hill Street house not appraising the first time. (WHAT THE #$%@&!?!?!) It helps when you count all of the bathrooms (hilariously the one missed was the large master bath, not the super tiny hall bath). The square footage was also miscalculated and the only ‘recent update’ mentioned was the kitchen. Apparently they’d never read my blog. Ha! And although I can joke about it now, at the time it was a very real problem.
We had to have the Dutch Colonial house. And in order to get it, we had to sell the Hill Street house. See, we had found the perfect buyer for Hill Street. She was young enough to like our modern design, but still able to pay near asking price. She didn’t have a bunch of kids needing play space on the first floor. She had a tiny dog (not a big dog) so the small back yard was just right. I could go on, but basically she was who we’d been looking for. And she’d been looking for us having been in the market for over 6 months with no offers made.
Moving day snapchat story…
Then of course there was the issue of the local municipality deciding to replace our sidewalks the same day we were loading our moving truck (you’re kidding me, right?!) And the moving truck itself being far too small for all of our stuff, but far too large to fit in the driveway of our new house. Eek! Oh and Ian packed ALL of his clothes so he had to go to the closings in his pajamas. Haha!
But after all of the sweat (moving in July…) and tears (I cried through the closing of Hill Street) there were champagne cork pops, cheers, and (of course) toasts to new beginnings…