The Other Baby

Late December, I made an offer on a house. Last week, I bought it. We are moving in tomorrow, and I couldn't be more thrilled.

There's a lot more to this story, and more pictures to come, but I want my family to see the house with fresh eyes tomorrow on move-in day. It has been such an interesting road to get here, and I am am absolutely floored by how much can happen in just a few short weeks. My casual house shopping turned into an all-out house-buying extravaganza in what felt like its own, internally-propelled momentum. It is surreal, to say the least.

So there is my front door. The house has a front porch, a backyard, and room to grow. It is quiet, but still very much in the middle of things. I want to plant a garden in the back, and cook my own zucchini. There are a few things I will want to change about the place (some of the paint, for example) but it is absolutely livable and fantastic as it is. It was built in 1923 and has retained much of the charm from then. The seller left behind a little something he found hidden behind the cupboard in the kitchen when he did the remodel: a 1927 copy of The Oregonian.

These are all just tidbits in what has been a whirlwind of an adventure.

There is so much to say but for now I have to get to packing. This is going to be a crazy week, but so exciting all the same. I won't have internet until Tuesday (except at work, but that doesn't count). As a sneak peak at the house, here is the view from the kitchen towards the dining room...