New House

Last weekend a co-worker told me about a family friend who was renting their house. My husband and I have been searching for a house for oooh...about a year now. I won't lie, when I drove out there last weekend to look at it, it was not what I expected. The house honestly looked like something out of a horror movie.

I tried to peek through the living room window and walked right into the web of one of these scary ass mofo's

*Side note* That is NOT my hand...banana spiders freak me the hell out. Kthnxbye

So...Imagine me shrieking like a banshee, and jumping like a kangaroo. 

Moving on. 

I got a peek...it looked decent inside. Not bad. 

Then yesterday my bestie and I rode out there (yes, rode out there. The house is a mile or so outside of Jennings State Forest and about 15 miles from my current house. It is in the woods, the sticks, bfe.

We walked the house, peeking in the windows and oh. mah. gawd. The previous renters left it a freaking disaster. It needs a ton of love. 

My husband and I drove out again today to meet with the owners and do a walk through.

The living room is an amazing size, with a ton of natural light. We have a formal dining room (which will be a study or office or whatever) the kitchen. Oh God, the kitchen. If a kitchen could give orgasms, I would have had 20. Maybe more. It is huge. It is the largest kitchen I've ever seen, in my entire life. It's the only space in the house that isn't a disaster. Thank God, because it would have broken my heart. 

There are four rooms, two bedrooms and like 2 acres of land. The girls will have their own rooms, I'll have a craft room/writing room. 

But we have to get it cleaned up first. There is no carpet, only the old linoleum that needs to be ripped up, the walls have to be repainted because it looks like some hippies lived there and did a shit ton of acid and painted the walls all kinds of psychedelic colors. It hurt my head. Bad.

So the hubs and I are going out there Tuesday to tear up the floors and clean. Wednesday, we're paiting and Thursday we're moving in. 

I am so freaking stoked, y'all don't even know. Everybody keeps telling me I'm taking on too much, that it's too big of a project. But I look at it like I get to make a house the way I want it, make it look and feel how I want. Yet I don't have to worry about half the shit homeowners have to worry about. If something breaks it's on someone else to fix. But I get to design the house to my liking. Not fitting myself into someone elses idea of home. 

I wanna scream and shout and jump and just generally be elated. 

Pics to follow as the remodel starts!