And so, dare it we did. Weekend after weekend of walking through floral wallpapers, braving our shoes to worn out carpets, meeting inquiries of musky smells (and those "I guess they have indoor dogs" head nods) (side note* you see enough houses, and amazingly you become chief expert on pet smell, mold smell, and dirt smell), traversing cramped (and often proving impractical) layouts, and surveying less-than-curb-appeal yards, roam for a home started to take its toll. We began to wonder if Houston House would ever be. We began to wonder how much Advil is enough. We began to wonder if there were support groups for this type thing. We began to wonder why TV shows painted such a pretty picture. We began to draft hate mail to HGTV for such. We then threw hate mail away.
We began to wonder why, and more importantly, when.
What do you do when your goals seem unattainable? Or when you can't seem to answer those questions of why! and when!? Well, in our family, we talk to the man upstairs. And turn to friends. Some of our good friends let us know a house right next to them was for sale when we first started the roam for a home ordeal. And boy, are we forever thankful. After viewing the house 3 times, and a whole week of back and forth negotiations, we finally had what we thought could be our home.
And guess what, IT IS!