The House that Got Away

I lost my dream house…

You see, my heart wanted a historic home. I’m an old-house nerd and I have always been fascinated by historic homes.

I love the architecture and the grandeur an old home boasts. The stories a historic home could tell of the generations before, that’s my favorite thing to dream up! A soldier kissing his wife when he returned home safely from war. The newlyweds of just one week saying goodbye on the porch before he left for war. A baby being born in the master bedroom. A little girl’s tea party with the finest china. The women snapping peas on the porch talking about the town’s latest gossip. That’s what I love about old homes–their histories and the people who lived in them.

I wanted to be a part of the story and own a piece of history. My dream of owning a historic home didn’t happen–but it almost did. And one day, it will happen. Future house goals…. mmkay?

We found my dream house in the middle of nowhere. It was exactly what I wanted: original hardwood floors, a wrap-around porch, an original drain board sink, transoms, and two claw-foot tubs! Y’all, my old soul’s heart pitter pattered with joy and cried…that was the house. And she was almost ours! I had named her The Southern Oaks (name sound familiar?), and I couldn’t wait to make her pretty again. We were so close, and I got attached to the house. When we lost the house, it was like a break-up with your first love. It hurt that bad…like a jab to my heart.

Unfortunately, the bid for the foundation repair came out to be waaaayyy more than we thought. Like 75+k more, and that was most of our budget to bring her back to her former glory. We had no choice but to walk and hope someone else would see the beauty I saw. She will forever be known to me as the house that got away. Who knows, maybe she will be mine again someday…