Several weeks ago, we took a big risk: we agreed to buy a foreclosure. Our house wasn't even for sale at the time, but we went to look at a house that is best described as a 1970's era hot mess. Nearly everything needs to be replaced, starting with the carpet that’s currently soaked with a tremendous amount of dog urine. It’s structurally sound and well-built, but it is in desperate need of TLC. I’m so excited about this place that I often find it difficult to fall asleep at night because much like Jessie Spano from Saved by the Bell I am so EXCITED and so SCARED.
We walked through it twice before agreeing to buy it. We wanted to be sure we weren't losing our minds. It was just as stinky, desperate, and filled with potential the second time. That’s how you know it’s good, right? We made an offer. It was accepted. And we stewed on the idea of (possibly) paying two mortgages. It was a terrifying thought.
We put our house up for sale on a Monday night and prayed it would sell by spring. It sold six days later to a couple that, from what I can tell, are the sweetest people on the planet. They included a personal letter with their offer. It began:
The moment we walked into your home, we fell in love.
Not only did these people write us a letter but they said the magic words: they are in LOVE with this place. I felt the same way when we walked inside seven years ago. In fact, we loved it so much that we paid full asking price and spent a tremendous amount of time and money making it our own.
I still love it today. But it’s time to let this sweet little cape cod and its surrounding cornfields go and start over somewhere else. We're moving from the country to the suburbs—they have sidewalks there! (Oh, how I've missed sidewalks.) More than anything, we are taking a calculated risk disguised as an incredibly exciting adventure.
I don’t have all the answers, but I believe one of the most important things you’ll ever do in this life is take chances. Big ones that terrify you and little ones that seem more frightening in your head than they ever are in reality. And you should find someone who listens to each of your crazy dreams and is willing to take chances with you.
Also, it helps if that person is skilled in home improvement projects because of all the foreclosure-y qualities associated with your latest adventure. (I have that one covered.)
So, stay tuned. There are a lot of fun projects on the horizon--and I'll be sharing them all right here.