Hi, Yellow House!
(Yellow House be all, "Does this minivan make me look fat?")
We had our inspection yesterday, and didn't really have much choice but to bring the kids along. They'd never been inside (we kept the car running, DVDs playing, snacks flowing during the house-hunting days, probably spending as much on gas as we would've blown on a sitter), and while there's always the nubbin of worry that the whole sale can find a way to go south, we were reasonably confident that it was okay to introduce them to the Yellow House.
(The relocation company JUST had an inspection completed last month and gave us the report. So we weren't expecting to find any disasters or deal-breakers, and our own inspector did not! You go, Yellow House!)
We started in the backyard.
A very good first impression. There's also a sandbox, kid-sized picnic table AND a tire swing. And a hutch for bunnies.
(NO BUNNIES PLZ.)
Young townhouse-dwelling minds were BLOWN.
Since I know so many of you have been like PHOTOS PHOTOS PHOTOS, I must add a caveat here that I didn't really take the greatest blog-friendly photos yesterday. Most of what I snapped were more for our own reference of room shapes/sizes for furniture-placement purposes, so I have a ton of very unexciting shots of random walls and empty closets. Or poorly lit halves of rooms.
(Oooohh yeah, baby. That's some good real estate p0rn right there.)
This was only the second time Jason and I had been inside, which...is so bizarre, really, that you end up making this HUGE life and financial decision based on essentially a quick snap judgement that "okay, this works."
Luckily, our second trip inside provoked more of the same feelings we felt on our first. Yes. YES. YASSSSSS.
We certainly have a lot of work ahead of us: Just about every room needs painting (and the super-high vaulted ceilings will surely become my mortal enemies). The kitchen needs a facelift and we'd like to get hardwood floors installed, well, everywhere. And Jason's plans for the garden are ambitious, to say the least.
Also this two-story brick fireplace was painted over and that gives me the sads.
So that'll be a...thing, at some point. Anybody wanna come to a paint-stripping party?
But oh! It will be worth it. In the meantime the space, the floorplan, the flow of the house are perfect for us.
(And fine, since I know you'll are nosy: We're paying significantly less for Yellow House than what our townhouse sold for, with not much of a jump in our mortgage payment. Of course, we're way far "out there" now, 'burb wise. Welcome to DC/Maryland/Baltimore real estate! It will drive you fucking insane.)
(THIS AIN'T BAD, THO.)
There was a door in the basement that I never even opened last time, since I assumed it was just yet another closet or utility area. (This house has approximately fourteen million closets and utility areas.) Nope. IT WAS ANOTHER GODDAMNED ROOM I DIDN'T EVEN KNOW EXISTED. Surprise! We have a workout room now, apparently!
So this hallway? This is the kids' area/floor/wing/whatever of the house. Three bedrooms together and one nice big bathroom. I love that everyone will have their own space, but will still be close enough to play/snuggle/bother/fight each other, like they can now.
I also love that my bedroom is nowhere near them. Yeah. I said it.
(Climbing up to the master bedroom.)
(OH MY GOD I FORGOT TO CHECK IF THE DOOR LOCKS. CALL OFF THE SALE!)
"Look, Mom!," he said. "I found a great place for you to put your clothes!" Thanks, dude.
This will be my office. Or possibly a guest room. Or both! My laptop is pretty damn tiny.
(This room also has a walk-in closet and a beautiful full bathroom. I was a walking IS THIS REAL LIFE gif at this point.)
I have dreams of getting clear plastic bins and taping pictures of toy categories on them and keeping them sorted and neatly stacked in these closets. Aren't I funny? I think I am pretty funny.
Basement rec room with Bonus Couch They Didn't Feel Like Moving. They also left us a fire pit, their grill, one kid's bike and an Easy Bake Oven.
Ezra, chilling in the formal living room at the front of the house. I have no idea what to do with a formal living room. I have zero furniture for this, so I'm thinking I might just cover the floor in throw pillows and call it a conversation pit. Or make it a giant ball pit, or one never-ending blanket fort! Or...move the Bonus Couch up here until we figure something else out.
So...there's a dark and slightly blurry look at inside of Yellow House. I completely forgot to photograph the foyer or dining room and a least half of the basement. I have pictures of the kids' closets but not their actual rooms. Whoops.
I did get this one last shot though, which made me very, very happy:
(Totally making this our new chalkboard wall.)
Two weeks and change to go. HOLY SHIT.