We bought a house!
But I have to confess something and I hope you won't think less of me. Here goes . . .
We went over there this afternoon and I spent two hours caressing it and undressing it with my eyes.
I know, I know, it's so wrong, but it felt so right!
I stripped away spotted carpets and dated tile in my head and then re-dressed it in sexy ceramic tile and slammin' paint.
I'm so excited for when we have that little piece of paper that says that house is mine and I can do whatever I want to it!
And for everyone who has been asking about the details, some time when I can type in longer than five minute bursts (thank you, voracious Mama Juice hog Baby Eden), I'll tell you the very interesting story of how we got it.
But for now, the vital statistics:
It's in Rancho Santa Margarita which is thirty minutes south of us and inland, in the foothills. It's green and rolling and I'll take a mental snapshot of how it looks now in the spring so I can refer back to it when summer heats up and it gets more . . . brown. We've visited our ward and loved it. We're at the end of a cul-de-sac and we saw kids close to my oldest son's age playing outside.
The house itself is 4 bedrooms, 2.5 baths. Two stories, all bedrooms upstairs. Spacious master suite: the freaking closet is 70 square feet. SEVENTY. It may be the first one I don't defeat. Our living room has a nook that screams "make me your library!" and the kitchen, while the victim of mid-nineties golden oak cabinets, has updated granite counter tops that we can work with. The whole thing needs some new tile and paint and that's about it.