Moving on up, more like moving on south.
It’s true, we are moving (if you haven’t heard). I’ve been bugging Nick for about five years solid about moving. I just wanted a house that we picked together, that felt like ours, that felt like home. Don’t get me wrong, our townhouse had a lot of great memories and suited us well these past years, but I just never felt like it was our house.
One of my favorite pastimes is looking at real estate and bombarding Nick’s email with places I find. Generally his reaction was “we can’t afford that”, “I can’t believe you like that” and then “I’m moving to Chicago to work on a campaign”.
Once Nick got back and we decided to stay in DSM, I dived right into house hunting. I was on Zillow everyday. And once we spoke to a real estate agent it was all down hill. Shit got real. I told her that we were going to be annoying clients because we want something move-in ready, something with some character, something with a great yard, private, the master bedroom not facing west, a basement would be great, lots of windows and within our budget. We set up to look at two houses and the second house we looked at ended up being the one we bought and that checked nearly every box. We did look at three others just to make sure, but it didn’t make a difference we already made up our mind on 3310. We are super excited we found our home. Now we are just knee-deep in boxes, paint colors and appointments. Turns out the moving process is a little annoying. Who knew?!