June 29, 2016
We raced through another dozen houses in one day. There were many definite NO’s, like the new construction houses that were so close together that neighbors could shake hands through their kitchens’ windows or older homes requiring way too much work than we were willing to give them. Deciding a house wasn’t right for us was almost instant and certainly definite, for whatever reason. A NO was a NO.
We didn’t find anything that was YES, YES, YES, either. There wasn’t a house we just fell in love with instantly. And that’s a shame because that’s what you want to happen. You want to drive up to a house and let it take your breath away all the way through. You want to know immediately that this is the house for you.
There were some MAYBE’s.
The beach house not on the beach was our first big contender. It was at the end of a street, flanked on two sides by trees and wild woods, giving it a peaceful feel. It was the only stilted house we saw, and Joe loved that it had a true beach house feel to it. The neighborhood was similar to what we were used to, and we were steps away from the neighborhood pool. It was in Abby’s preferred school district, and was closest to Joe’s work. The downside was that it was small. Like really small. We weren't opposed to downsizing, but to make this place work, we’d be 1,000 square feet less than we’re used to, which was a tall order. No room for a science corner in this house, surely! Still, it was a maybe.
The yellow colonial was a pleasant surprise. Joe hated the idea of getting a colonial-style house here, and didn’t even want to see this one. But, he humored me. It was a pretty house with a large yard and beautiful backyard space with pine trees, magnolias, and crepe myrtles. Though an older house, it had been completely redone on the inside. Hardwood floors, granite countertops, new, high-end appliances - it was completely turnkey. The house was centrally located, in Abby’s preferred school district, and in an established neighborhood without HOAs. And while the neighborhood wasn’t the closed-off, defined sort we were used to, it was nice. So, even though Joe hated the idea of a colonial-looking house, this one made the maybe list.
Closer to the beach, the new build also became a contender. The new build was happening in an older neighborhood, so it wasn’t the typical new construction. The builder walked us through the house-in-progress. We could see that it would be, well, brand new, large, and beachy. If we decided to go for it, we could even pick flooring and wall colors, etc. This home was in walking distance to the middle and high school - not Abby’s preferred district but one we toured and liked. She loved the idea of walking to school - something she would’ve been able to do had we stayed in Williamsburg. So, maybe.
Three Maybe’s outta a dozen or so houses was pretty good. But, no YES.
If we had any hope of having a house to move into once we moved out of ours, we had to make a decision. And we had to make it NOW. Would it be one of these or none of these? It was all a mystery!
“God proves to be good to the man who passionately waits,
to the woman who diligently seeks.
It’s a good thing to quietly hope,
quietly hope for help from God.”
Lamentations 3:25 Message