And it’s accompanying wildflower meadow, sighhhhh.
It’s not the house I posted a few weeks back.
This cottage is smaller.
On paper it is all wrong.
So why can’t I get this cottage out of my head? I feel like a 15 year-old girl who has fallen in love with a guy from the wrong side of the tracks. And this is not the type of real estate market that is forgiving of mistakes. Buy a house now and you had better be willing to hold onto it for a long time.
Truth be told, it is a house I first saw when we were still living in the New Old House. It was on the market, we went to see it, I loved it but knew the time was not right. Nevertheless, I sent pictures and texts to my E-bff, Miss Layla, and she kept responding “Buy it! Buy it!! BUY IT!!!” I have since sent her pictures of other house listings and she always responds, “No. The cottage.”
I have been mentally renovating and decorating this cottage for the past ten months. I could tell you what color I would paint the beadboard ceiling on the front porch and just where I would add an additional window and french doors to the interior. The trouble is-the house is all wrong on paper, but perfect in my mind:
- It is only 1200 square feet (eep!) and we are a growing family (but it would cost less to renovate, decorate, furnish and keep up)
- it is only 2 bedrooms and one doesn’t even have a closet (but it sits on 2 acres with room for an addition and I dislike clutter anyway)
- it is on a main road-probably the biggest draw back to me personally (but as previously mentioned it comes with a wildflower meadow-surely wildflower meadow trumps main road?? )
- It has a dated 1980s kitchen (but its spacious and I see what it could be and what I see is beautiful and I’m already baking Christmas cookies there in my old beautiful cottage kitchen with Wynn on a step stool helping me pipe icing onto gingerbread men and we lick the bowl clean because that is the kind of life we live in this cottage- a lick the bowl clean kind of life)
So there you have it, my confession to you.
I have fallen in love with the wrong kind of house.
It has me by the heart strings and won’t let go.