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The First House






The boys and I saw several houses before we decided to take the big plunge. We were going to bid on a house! I was nervous and excited at the same time. Did we really just find our dream home? Was it really that easy?

The house was beautiful. It was tucked back into this cozy little neighborhood within walking distance to the basketball courts and park. My eldest son lives, eats, breathes basketball. This was a huge win.

My kids decided they would take over the upstairs. My eldest convinced me to give him the master bedroom. Since he's a teenager and needs his privacy, I accepted.

Besides, mommy's room would be downstairs close to the living room which had a beautiful fireplace. I envisioned myself curled up on the couch in front of the fire reading a book.

Being an avid reader, I even convinced my dad into building me a bookshelf above the stairs. It was very much going to an author's house. 

It's weird how much you plan in her head as you peek through the rooms. The longer you stay, the more the house begins to feel like it's your home. 

The boys sprinted up and down the stairs, they talked about where they were going to set things up, who they were going to invite over first. It was magical. Exciting. Fun.

We put in an offer and waited. I couldn't seep that night.

It wasn't long before we found out we didn't get the house.

We were discouraged and sad, but then we saw it list.

Our actual dream house . . . 




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