How my house became my homeI was very lucky that the first house I ever bought, and still live in, was built brand new back in 2009. I never wanted a brand new house, at least not at this point in my life. I actually was looking for an older home, around the early 1900s, and so I was looking in an old established neighborhood in Norfolk called Colonial Place. What I found was a lot of houses that needed work and still were out of my price range. Bummer! I had one close call, where I put an offer on a house, it was accepted only to learn a day later the seller had accepted another offer $10k more than mine. Since it was a short sale, I was out of luck and totally heartbroken.
I had given up hope that I would find a single family home, in my price range, in my dream neighborhood, when a listing for a lot and home to be built popped up on my multiple listing emails I had signed up for. I immediately called my realtor asking how could this be that a brand new home could be as much as a much older home needing extensive work? She called their realtor and it was in fact true! I drove out with my fiance, then boyfriend, to look at the lot. It wasn't much to look at, but we made an offer that night, and it was accepted. This time a contract was signed and seven long months later, we moved in!
|The jungle lot before my house was built|
|Our house as of October 2014 - Photo above and those below from Real Estate SNAPS|