When Chris and I first found out that we would be welcoming a third baby into our lives, we started toying with the idea of finding a new home. We currently live in a three-bedroom 1950s modern home that we love very much. We've been here eight years, and I would be terribly sad to leave the place where we brought home all of our babies. The space works well for us right now, but once the girls are older, it will be tight, and I'd rather be in our long-term home sooner rather than later. I had to switch schools a lot as a kid, and if I can help it, I'd like to be settled before E starts kindergarten.
A few months before M was born, we came across a house that was partially finished, but construction had stopped when the builder went into bankruptcy. The builder's bank lead us to believe that we could possibly get a very good deal on this foreclosure. The house wasn't really our style, but the idea of finishing it off with a more modern style, living in a low-maintenance newer home, and having lots of neighbors with young children were all appealing reasons to look into this. So we started getting bids from contractors, choosing finishes, etc. We figured out what we could afford to bid, and put in an offer. The bank didn't seem to be up for negotiations, which was surprising after they repeatedly told us to "just make an offer." We didn't want to get in over our heads financially, so we let this deal die, leaving us with only a foot-tall-high stack of research paperwork.
After M was born, I continued to look at houses, simply because it has always been a hobby of mine since I was a pre-teen (should have been an architect). I came across this 1957 home down the road from us, and started doing drive-bys. It took me a couple weeks to mention it to Chris, and when we drove by, there happened to be an open house. We went in and loved it. It had been well-maintained, but not updated at all. It would be a lot of renovation work. But it just felt like home. We loved the old paneling and the two-story globe lights. It reminded both of us of our grandparents' homes. The paneling and bathrooms reminded me of my grandparents' house in Chicago. After hemming and hawing for a while, we decided to call our realtor for one last visit before making an offer. The next day he called and said the house had just gone under contract that day. So we waited and we lost it. It was an awesome house and a really good deal. I'm kind of bummed about it.
On the upside, we can continue taking our time fixing up our home and getting it ready to sell. But now I'm kind of confused about what kind of home I want. Easy-to-care-for cookie-cutter house, or a mid-century stylish home with lots of renovation work? My heart is still in the mid-century homes -- they just feel like home to me. But I can see the appeal of a newer home, too. I hope a good deal comes our way again, and this time we'll be ready.