Over the past few weeks, since this whole let's list our house and move to who knows where thing began, we were really thinking moving to a town-home would be the perfect choice. Then our dream was to purchase a small farmhouse in the hill country when we retire in twenty or so years...
Until we stumbled across this little gem last night:
It's a 1923 farmhouse located in the historic district near where we live now. Oh my heavens to Betsy, the porches, the windows, the vintage goodness. It's all there, and oddly enough it is smaller than the original town-home we were looking at. This house comes in at 1400 square feet- and is UNDER the budget for what we were looking at spending on the town-home.
Kismet.
At least I hope so. I am going to look at it this morning with our realtor and throw a bid in. Fingers crossed that they will accept our bid and we can work out a smooth transition closing from this home to the next.
Because that happens, right? ;)
Until we stumbled across this little gem last night:
It's a 1923 farmhouse located in the historic district near where we live now. Oh my heavens to Betsy, the porches, the windows, the vintage goodness. It's all there, and oddly enough it is smaller than the original town-home we were looking at. This house comes in at 1400 square feet- and is UNDER the budget for what we were looking at spending on the town-home.
Kismet.
At least I hope so. I am going to look at it this morning with our realtor and throw a bid in. Fingers crossed that they will accept our bid and we can work out a smooth transition closing from this home to the next.
Because that happens, right? ;)
