...there's no place like home.
Right after we got back from Ireland, I got a call from our real estate agent. "You're never going to believe this..." she said. I immediately knew. Someone wanted to buy our house. I could tell by the surprise in her voice. She never understood why we wanted a house like ours to begin with. I could tell that very curious lightning had just struck her twice and she was completely boggled, her hair in flames.
No, our house isn't on the market. A couple who is selling their house came to her and told her that our house is the house that they want as their
house. They told her that the ranch is their "dream home" and that they've been driving past it for years, hoping that it will go up for sale. Now that they are selling their home, they wanted to see if they could make the next step that final step into our
Some of you might remember that this is very similar to what happened when we bought the ranch four years ago. We had been driving past it for years and dreamt about living here. There are very few ranches in our area of cottages and tudors and salt boxes. But it wasn't just the shortage of ranches that drew us to the house. We could just tell that it was wonderful inside and that it was where we were supposed to be. And once we got to see inside, it was proven to be true. It had everything that we wanted and more.
I always wondered what it was like for the Sellers then. They were just living their lives. They weren't expecting to sell their home and then all of a sudden a couple shows up and asks if they would have any interest in doing so. "It's our dream home!" we said to anyone who would listen. And now, the very same thing is happening to us. It's disconcerting and confusing and I'd like to go back in time and buy our Sellers a drink. Or four.
Of course you're probably saying, "Just tell them no!" but here is the sticky bit - if we sell it to them, we can make a nice profit. Enough to possibly roll into another home and have very little or no mortgage. Who among us doesn't dream of having no mortgage? I mean, we're not rolling in dough and aren't going to have kids to take care of us when we're old. Would we be crazy not to take this opportunity and run with it? And another big part of this equation is that this couple has always wanted a 1950's home that is all-original. They want to move in and never change a thing. To me, living in an all-original ranch feels a bit like you're curating a museum piece. You love it because it looks like it did on day one - and you want with all of your heart for it to stay that way.
All-original mid-century homes are hard to come by in Nashville. Something happened in the eighties where people just remodeled like wildfire and let me tell you, some incredible homes have had the very marrow sucked from their bones due to that movement. Someone promising not to change a thing in your beloved home is a pretty sweet promise indeed.We live in a home-gut happy society, my friends. Don't even get me started on the huge role that HGTV plays in this with their commercials and their sing-song "You've got tear it on down...to make it beautiful!" TV jingle.
Stick your sledgehammers where the sun don't shine, HGTV.
So, we've been dipping our toes in the real estate pool and seeing if there is a house out there that gives us that old feeling again. It feels like we're cheating on our ranch. We drive away from it and go to other neighborhoods, some of them near and some of them far. Our heads and hearts stray as we climb across porches and peek into windows of vacant real estate and wonder what it would be like to live there. "We could put our sofa there..." and "The kitties would love this big window" come out of our mouths with no thought of our dream house waiting for us at home faithfully. Then we drive into our driveway and the good old ranch greets us with a pair of kitties in the front window and trees full of squirrels and that probably-too-neon front door that I've always wondered if we should change.
We walk inside and are met with the features that have always been there and the changes that we've made and it feels like home. I don't know what we'll end up doing. I guess it depends on if we find a house cheap enough that we think could feel like home again. I have a hard time imagining packing up and driving away from the ranch for the last time but is there something out there that could make the sting easier? It's hard to say. It's really just so hard to say. And I know that I've mentioned at least a hundred times that Patsy Cline used to hang out here. That's some provenance right there, folks. Oh and yes, I've checked. Her ranch house DID go on the market not too long ago but it's been sold to folks who are lovingly retaining it's charm.
I wanted to share all of this with you so that you'll understand why I'm scattered. If nothing else, I can bring you on the journey with us. You like looking at houses, right? The real estate market is crazy in Nashville right now. Every single house that we've been the least bit interested in has been sucked right out from under us. Some have sold before hitting the market and some on the very first day. We talk about nothing but real estate....real estate....real estate. Mister Kitsch has been in Brazil for the past week and what did we Skype about? The beautiful scenery there? The incredible meals that he's eating? How the Brazilian wax got it's name? No. Real estate.
We'll see how all of this plays out. Hopefully, I'll still have a ranch of some kind to go with my "Dressing" when it's done! What about you? What would you do if someone showed up on your doorstep and wanted to move into your
home? Would you take the money and run? Or would you close your eyes, swallow hard and behind closed shades, hope that they go away? Do tell.
Until next time,
x's and o's,