Sometimes, finding the right house is like finding the right man. You think you know what you’re looking for, and then bam! The one with mauve carpet and popcorn ceilings comes along and steals your heart.
I’m not talking about my own love life, btw. That was just an analogy :)
Okay, so I guess you might be wondering how this move came to be. We’ve lived in the same town for the last twelve years, and as I mentioned earlier, we really thought that we might be there to stay. We were feeling pretty settled into a great group of friends, a church, a house we loved. . . Then, we both started feeling unsettled. At first, it wasn’t anything specific. Just thoughts and then, longer conversations, and then active searches for other areas with an emphasis on great schools. We explored several different areas around the outskirts of Charlotte before landing clear on the other side of where we are now. It’s actually less than an hour from where we were, but when you factor in a new school, a new church, new doctors, new grocery stores, new everything—well, I guess a move is a move.
When the Summer started, we still hadn’t completely nailed down the right area, and finding a house and getting settled in before a new school year seemed like an impossible task. We were hoping to not start our oldest in a new place for middle school (he has one more year!), and we really didn’t want to pull them out of school midway through the year. It wasn’t even looking like a possibility, and then we found this on one of our drives:
I literally started squealing when I saw it. So much so that my husband told me to “calm down.” But, I knew. It was the house I had always envisioned for our family. Okay, maybe because it’s an oddly familiar mix of The Father of the Bride house and my parents’ house. But, either way, it just screamed “us” (not to mention the price was so much better than the new construction we had considered). I went home and looked at the MLS listing, envisioning the possibilities in every room. Then, the next morning, I woke up and told my husband that we probably didn’t need a “project house” at this season of our life. Discussion over.
Until the next day. . . when I literally dreamed about it the previous night and woke up with a sure feeling that we at least needed to look at the house. So, we did. I had no idea, however, that it was under contract already and was set to close within two weeks. I was crushed. I knew from the minute I walked in that it felt like home. (Ours—not somebody else’s.)
So, we put a backup offer in, and I prayed that the buyers would have a change of heart (and that God would give them a different house) if it was really meant to be. I didn’t just pray a couple of times. I prayed a lot. And, I got several signs that it was going to happen… In fact, I would’ve been totally confused had it not happened.
Within four days of putting in our offer, we received a text from our realtor saying the other buyers had walked. (I knew it!)
So, here we are, gearing up for a quick move before the school year starts. Our other house is now on the market. (If you know anyone who needs a good one, email me!) It’s going to be a fun couple of weeks of transition for the Clark family. . . I’ll give you the full house tour soon.