Seven months ago. The time of my last blog post, and, not so coincidental, the time we decided to lose our minds, list our house, and sign a contract to build a new home. For the majority of last summer, I was a “casual” browser. Ok, to be honest, I don’t really do anything casually. I get an idea in my head and obsess. Obsess and plan all the “what-if’s” and “how-to’s” until I’ve convinced myself that I can’t go on until I get what I want. Sometimes my best trait, and arguably, sometimes my worst. Anyway, my “casual” research on home search apps turned into Sundays of scouring every inch of the county, riding around for hours determining an ideal location, home style, etc. We had no intention to buy, really. We kept saying it was in our five-year plan. And ultimately, when it was time, it would be a big move; we didn’t want to go anywhere until it was into our “forever home.” (No pressure, right?) But that is what my “sickness” did to me. Before we knew it, we had not only decided to buy, but had found a neighborhood, residential development company, and house plan.
Our elevation
For us, not having even prepared our house to go on the market, finding out what was required to sign a contract and initiate a build was more than a little scary. We were told it would likely take six months from signing to closing. So, that was our deadline. We knew we would have to have our house sold within six months.
I will save some of our selling/showing experiences, new house design, and move for later blogs. I have a LOT of stories over the last several months, but my favorite one is this: we are at home now. Home in our forever home. Home in our “Canterbury”.
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