I was hoping to finally share my exciting news that I mentioned last week, but so much has changed. Some of you may already know this, but my husband and I are currently looking for our first home. The whole process of buying a house has become a bit overwhelming, mostly because I have gotten so emotionally involved. While some girls dream about their weddings, I have always dreamed about my first house. How I would decorate it, the dinner parties I would throw, the garden I would plant in the backyard, and finally having my own studio space...
Last week we finally found one we loved or I should say, one that we could love after a whole lot of fixing up. We worked through some intense negotiations and finally got an accepted offer. I thought it was going to be just that easy until we went back for the inspection. It seems our cute little house has lots of hidden problems. Now we are thinking about backing out and it pains me to have to start all over again, minus the $375 we had to drop on the inspection (ouch!).
It has also made me question what I really want in a home. While part of me wants to stay in the city, the other part of me can't help but dream about fixing up an old farm house like this. The last two summers I have worked on a CSA farm and have loved every minute of digging in the dirt, running around with the chickens, and feeling the peace that comes from being out of the city.
I used to take such pride in being a city dweller, but that seems to have changed the older I have gotten. Don't get me wrong, I think it would be hard to give up all the culture, cuisine and night life of the city. But these days I care more about having space to grow lots of fresh vegetables than being able to walk to my favorite restaurant or coffee shop. For now we will keep doing what we can as urban homesteaders, but I know someday we will live like this, surrounded by trees with children and lots of animals running around.
Photos from Design Sponge