Two years and half-a-dozen homes, from Spooner to Siren and between.
Each one had its pros and cons, and many may have made decent renovation projects, but there was always something that held me back. Something that wasn't quite perfect about them.
I use the term 'perfect' loosely, of course. I was looking for a home that had the bones but needed some TLC - a home that was a good investment both financially and personally. Oh, and I didn't have a ton of money to spend here.
Then a friend called. Someone I've known for a while gave me the little extra support I needed to take a look at this home that had just went up for sale on Elm Street in Webster. An absolutely beautiful Dutch Colonial - to say I have a thing for barns would be an understatement...so with his support we took a look.
It had all the curb appeal I needed. She was tall and proud, and the weathered bits only added to her charm.
Oh but the inside! Quirky and choppy, you could tell this home had been well-loved for many, many years. From the eclectic wallpaper to the rusted swing set, Elm Street had a story to tell. I don't think I stopped smiling the entire tour. I fell in love with what was there, but also what I knew it could be. Turning a 4-bedroom home into a 3 would instantly open up the main floor. You could add some closets upstairs to increase storage, rearrange the bathroom to create a better flow.
And then I started to think about the people who would enjoy this place after I got my hands on it. A small family, maybe first-time buyers. The double lot with the apple tree a perfectly Americana place to raise a child or two.
At this point, Porch Light Homes did not exist. It was just me and my husband (and the friend who gave me a push) and an idea that we could breathe new life into this home. Prepare it for another 100 years of memories.
We closed in August, and I left the realty office and immediately drove to Elm Street, keys in hand. Though you might think it's crazy, I cried when I pulled up knowing it was mine. Wiping my eyes, I left my car and started slowly up the walkway and onto the porch. Turning the key, I pushed the door open to a new future for Elm Street and a new future for my family.