It's kind of at the top of our price range, but its huge. And under that shag carpet there are beautiful hardwood floor. It has a large yard and an updated kitchen. And ever since I've seen it I've been dreaming of restoring those floors and painting those walls and cooking in that kitchen and watching Maggie play in that backyard. I've even been thinking about how nice it would be to not have to haul laundry up and down basement stairs.
So, is it love? Or just relief that the house wasn't jacked up beyond repair? It does have a great feel. How did you know when you'd found "the one?"