Published November 26, 2018
This is the unique story of our forever home. I want to always remember how this house became our home, so here’s how it happened.
As many of you know, we sold our home of 8 years last April and moved into a rental home. We didn’t buy right away because the market was so hot, and we wanted time to decide whether to build or buy our forever home. One week after we sold that home, my husband left for Thailand for 16 days, and I got to work making that rental feel as homey as possible.
I swapped out light fixtures, hung drapes and artwork, and even put up woven shades in place of the rental mini blinds. I poured my heart and soul into that house as much as I could as a renter, and for the time we were there, it truly felt like home. It was a place of peace and rest with tons of natural light, which will be missed sorely.
What a difference decor makes, right? We thoroughly enjoyed all the light that streamed into this front room every day, and after a very short time, we didn’t even notice the things about that house that bugged us initially. It was cozy, inviting, and beautiful, and we were content to be there for as long as we needed.
God had other plans.
Longing For a Forever Home
I walked my dogs in this cute neighborhood each evening after we moved, and that gave me time to fall in love. The charming houses captured my heart and the manicured landscaping, clapboard siding, and mature trees had me drooling. So much so that I even shared a photo of this house on Instagram, letting locals know that this home was for sale!
One walk was particularly emotional for me. I remember welling up with tears as I passed by these homes at dusk, silently confessing to God that I didn’t know why finding our forever home was so important to me…it just was.
I truly did feel content in the rental home we were in, but as the months passed and the house we now call home sat on the market, a thought began to percolate. It was an unwelcome thought. But, there it was, suggesting I do something extreme and mildly embarrassing; write a letter to the homeowners and make an offer. My answer to that thought was a definitive no. I’m a romantic and a dreamer, so I don’t always trust the Hallmark movie scenarios that play out in my mind, and this had “you’d only see this in a movie” written all over it.
No, I would not write a letter.
After three days though, the percolating thought began to boil over. After five days, I could no longer ignore the pull toward this house. I finally caved because I was leaving for New York (read about my design trip to New York here) and I just knew they wouldn’t accept my offer.
At least if I wrote the letter, I’d be free from thinking about it. So, I finally penned a 5-page letter and took my dogs on yet another walk to drop the letter in their mailbox. I wanted to be done with the whole annoying, embarrassing thing.
The next day I received a phone call from the homeowners’ son about my offer. To say I was shocked is an understatement. I figured that was a good time to let Jeff know what I had done and ask if my offer was something we could afford. Before I knew it, we were making plans to go tour the home to make sure we even liked the floor plan.
When we met the homeowners, we immediately connected with them. It just so happened that they were the parents of some long-time acquaintances of ours. They told us they had received several typed letters via real estate agents and that mine was the one they’d been waiting for.
Breaking Up With Our Forever Home
It would be nice to say the rest was history. However, the homeowners had a purchase price they felt they needed to be at in order to go into retirement comfortably, and we respected that. While I was away in New York, my husband spent four days talking to lenders, and every which way we cut it, we were $10,000 apart from the number they wanted to be at. At this point, Jeff, the girls, and I had all dreamed of living here, fixing it up, and enjoying the sweet neighborhood we had fallen in love with. We couldn’t believe we were so close and yet so far away.
So I wrote another letter.
This time it was a “Dear John” letter. I let the homeowners know we could not pursue the purchase of their home any further because of this $10,000 chasm between us. Once again, I didn’t let my husband know I had written this letter. So, while he was still trying to figure out how to make the numbers work, the homeowners’ son called me and said they wanted this to be our forever home so they were dropping the price by $10,000.
I couldn’t believe it. I wrote a letter and we bought our forever home!
The Rest of the Story of Our Forever Home
From that point, it was 21 days until move in. We actually closed while we were on a plane flying home from Boise. As soon as we landed, Jeff and I immediately painted all the common areas in our new home. We took the whole house from dark brown to bright white. This was no easy feat, given the 20-foot vaulted ceilings.
Buying this home has been quite the whirlwind. Through it all though, God has continued to remind me of that evening walk full of emotions. He used those unexpected feelings to draw me to this house. If I hadn’t been longing to find home, I never would have written that letter and experienced a story only God could write.
We are humbled and grateful for this home. Personally, I am thrilled that it’s chock full of projects! Jeff isn’t as excited about that aspect, but he’s happy if I’m happy. I can’t wait to share all of our plans with you guys, the progress along the way, and the best part of any project – the before and after photos!
As always, thank you for following along this journey. I know you have a plethora of bloggers to choose from, so I appreciate your presence here.