We're not moved in or anything, but we're well on our way to being such.
Ok, so this is one of the stories I need to write down. We've been thinking and trying and trying to save for a house for about 3 years. We've gone looking and driving by and talked to a realtor or two over those years. When we moved down here, I made a concentrated effort to start looking at houses. The problem has always been that what we like, we can't afford. What we can afford we don't like. What we like requires major repairs, or what we can afford is in the ghetto.
Been there, done that, got the hell out.
So, we found some townhomes in Yorktown that we liked. They were nice. They were new. They were still building. We decided to keep an eye on them for a while and perhaps in Sept., go talk to them. I would once in a while wander back to the website and stare longingly at the floor plan, and sometimes wander through the other site and homes they were offering.
It had probably been 2 or 3 months since I had been back to this website, still wandering about looking for other houses we might want to consider. Well, as I wandered I came across a new development name I had never seen before: Fenwick Hills. Hmm. Ok, I'm curious.
I click on and play with the first house that comes up. It had a fun little 'build your own' button, and you could adjust things the way you wanted. Then I looked at the price.
Bwah? It fell under my mark for any home we might consider. Well under. Like $10,000 under. I showed this little find to Tom and he liked it. He probably thought nothing more of it after that. I did though.
The next day, since we had nothing to do, I decided to take us up to these sites and check them out. Maybe get a little information, think about it sort of thing.
We wound up in the wrong damn development. The houses were HUGE and gorgeous and I kept thinking, "There's no way these are the houses in that online brochure..." Sure enough, when we walked into the sales office, the lady said that the houses start about $350 and go from there. She was nice enough to direct us to the proper place.
Well, I walked in and asked for some information. I poked around the decorated model for a few before the lady could talk to me. Being that I was actually going to school to be an architect at one point, I was noticing details and was pleased with what I was seeing. I had to pause to wipe the drool off the granite countertops...
The lady was nice enough to talk to me and give me some information. I asked for a slew of information, and she happily answered me. I finally decided that Tom had to come in and see this place because I was loving it-- despite that it was not the place we had come to look at.
I dragged him, a bit of kicking and screaming, and we wandered through the townhouse. It was simply gorgeous. It was also completely out of our range. However the house that we had originally come in to ask about was in our price range, in our square footage range, and had actual land with it.
We drove home and I would say that by the time we got home that night, we decided to go back and apply for the house. What was the worst that could happen? They laughed at us and said no. I've had worse happen. So has he.
Well, they didn't laugh and they didn't say no. And sometime between August 16th and September 16th, we will be closing and moving into our house.
Our house will have a garage where the window is on this one. We are also probably going for a greyish/taupe for the siding.
This is the floor plan we picked. Actually, the only thing that we added on was the bay window in the living room.
And here is where they are going to build it--
I'll have a picture when they put the sold sign on the lot. Because I'm excited and cheesey that way.
ADDED 2020:
Through a series of miscommunications, bad credit, and a totally unreasonable request from the realtor, we wound up not building this house. I'm still mad about the situation, but I'm not mad that the house didn't get built. A year later we'd move back to Philly, and just a few months after that, the shipyard had massive layoff and nearly my whole former department was eliminated. We would have been stuck in James City County, VA with no job and massive mortgage.
Things work out.
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