The real perfect house

It's not that I was trying to lie to myself about the other house.
It wasn't perfect, but it was pretty nice. I could have lived there.
I just turned out to have some issues.
Big issues.
Issues I can't afford to fix.

Two days before the inspections my dad's friend stopped by to tell him they were ready to sell their house. I had known it was a possibility when I started my search, but sort of forgot about it because they didn't know when it was going to happen. And it happened then. Two days before the inspections. My dad mentioned it in passing, and I didn't give it too much thought. I had my offer in. I was getting inspections.

Saturday when my (incredibly awesome, I will totally refer her to anyone in the area needing a) realtor stopped by our campsite (yes, I'll say that again, she drove out to our campsite while camping in a local state park) to have me sign my response to the inspection findings (i.e. please fix all the big stuff) she asked what my thoughts were if he didn't want to fix things, would I up my offer? Pay for half? I told her we'd wait to see what the seller's response was first. I didn't want to increase my offer, and it had nothing to do with the suspician that the house wouldn't appraise for what I had as my current offer. And I don't have the spare money to split big repairs. My mom mentioned their friends house again, and I think I sort of half-heartedly acknowledged the remark, but was still under the assumption the seller would certainly pay for the big stuff and I'd buy this house. My mom wanted to know if I wanted to go look at their house anyway, just to see it. I said probably.

Monday when we got back from camping I had a message from my realtor. I didn't listen, I just called her back. The seller wouldn't pay for anything really. She asked what I wanted to do. I told her I needed to think about it. I got off the phone and asked my mom to call her friend and see if we could come look at her house. That afternoon.

So we did. After G's nap, we headed down. My first thought upon walking into the house and seeing just the kitchen was that it was going to be out of my price range. But I kept looking. And I asked what they wanted for it. And not only was it in my price range but it was on the low end of my price range! I finished looking through the house. The three bedrooms, real bedrooms with closets and heaters. The two full bathrooms, one off the kitchen on the first floor and one on the second floor. The very spacious dining room and living room. The bright sunny eat-in kitchen. Oh and the real honest to goodness wooden doors to every room. Throw in a usable basement, a nice yard, and negotiable appliances and I was sold. SOLD.

I called the next night to set up a time to come talk price with them and last night we sat down and talked price with the appliances and now my realtor has that price and is working backwards to create the offer. She hasn't seen it yet, but I know even my realtor is going to flip over this house.

I fell in love after talking price. I walked through the house again and really looked at all the details and the work put into it. I fell in love. THIS really is the house. THIS is the perfect house for me and G. And I didn't need to convince myself of it, I just know. I won't be in by Halloween, but I will be in before Thanksgiving and settled and ready to decorate by Christmas! I can't wait to have my own Christmas. The last time I really got to celebrate was 2004. And while last year I celebrated with G at my parents house, this year he and I will have a real Christmas house of our own.

And if there was ever an example of another door opening when one door closes this is it.