The Uggliest House on the Block

So, I've been keeping a bit of a secret.

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We're taking a risk.
One that we said we'd never take.

See this house?
The uggliest one on the block?

Yeah, we bought it.

As of next Tuesday, we officially own a very ugly, very dated, very Brady house on an amazing street.

Need a drink?

Fancy some custom wallpaper?

How 'bout a bright and airy kitchen?

Not so much, huh?

At this point, I don't know much, but here's what I do know:

we are nuts but not scared.
we've been told one million times that this will be hard on our marriage, which I find very bold. I don't tell people who just announced that they're pregnant that it will be hard on their marriage, why drop that bomb on me over a little dry wall?
we're going to be very broke.
not really, but basically. A renovation is no joke financially and each decision weighs on us. It is what it is, but we have to make sure that we're making the right choices every step of the way.

we love the street and the yard is amazing for our boy.
the area is our dream neighborhood, the elementary school got the stamp of approval from our dear friend who happens to be a kindergarten teacher in another district and I have grand visions of the babe and the dog running around the back yard one day.

yes, we will gut the entire house to the studs and start from scratch.
it needs it.

and no, we don't know how long we'll live in Greenville.
it could be a two years (we were in Maine for 19 months) it could be five years, it could be 6 months. We never know, but we always buy our houses and make them our home for however long we live in them. If you're counting, this is house number three in 2 years. 

and oh yeah, I'll be blogging the entire process.
lucky ya'll!