Let's rewind. If you remember, a simple news article I read to Andrew is what set this whole thing in motion. I asked him the other day if he thought we would have moved had I not brought it to his attention and he said he didn't know, which translates to no. We've considered moving twice before so we knew we were basically on the same page. Since our purchase of a new house was dependent on the sale of the old house, the timing had to be perfect. We kept our eye on real estate listings daily and very few things caught our eye. Houston's real estate market is booming and a lot of great homes were out of our price range.
Here's what we were looking for:
Two stories (just personal preference, no real reason)
Covered outdoor space
Large master bathroom and closet (enough space for us to get ready at the same time, hampers, etc.)
Indoor utility room
Built in 2000 or newer
And here are some things I was oddly picky about:
Double sinks in the bathroom
No door to the backyard in the living room (I prefer it in the breakfast nook)
As little carpet as possible
This one house kept popping up, as did one down the street that was the same floor plan. One was more expensive since it had more upgrades. We toured them both on our own, since we had yet to receive an offer on our old house and our realtor didn't want to look with us until an offer was in place. And, something about the more expensive home (of course) just felt right to us. A week went by, and both homes were still on the market when we got the offer on our house. After that, we told our realtor that we had found THE house. We put in an offer (I went into a little more detail about that here) and it was accepted! Honestly, house hunting for us was so easy. We did a lot on the internet, there weren't many choices, and we got really lucky. I was really looking forward to a day of hating perfectly good houses and an agonizing decision, though.
As far as moving, we did as much as we could ourselves and with my mom and step-dad. All boxes and light furniture came with us. It sounded like a good idea at the time, but since the houses were 48 miles from one another, we put in a lot of miles and spent lots of time just driving back and forth. We hired movers for the heavy stuff and they made everything look so easy that in the future, we would want to put as much in their hands as possible. I was mostly just happy when it was all over.
Our last pic outside our old house | One of many trips | Boxes | Bauer loved the giant wardrobe box | Duncan wanted to ride shotgun on the way to the new house
So, back to that list from the beginning. Does this house have everything we want? Almost. It only has one sink in the master (#thestruggleisreal) and there's no gas stove. The entire house is laminate or tile, so that was a huge, unexpected bonus (but man, why are rugs so expensive?). It has things I never knew I wanted, though, like green space beyond our back fence, an improved commute to work (for me - Andrew's is worse), and a huge dishwasher. It's been a month now, and I still look around the house and it feels too good to be mine. I've just never had a place that I picked out and that I was proud of - I went straight from my parents' house to living with Andrew. And now I do. But keeping it in good shape is a lot of work. Should have added "live-in maid" to my must list...