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Houses On My Mind...

Have you ever been at a store, garage sale, market, wherever, and saw something you really loved but weren't sure you should buy? You hover around the object of your desire, circling it and mulling it over while your hands sweat and you are terrified that someone else may swipe it up before you make up your mind.

You've done that too, right?

Well, that's kind of where I am at right now with the old house. The Hubs and I are taking this very seriously and are keeping the ball rolling.

There's a lot for us to consider. I called my contractor and broke the news to him that I am having an existential crisis (ok maybe that's a bit dramatic), and he said he'd come out some time later this week or early next week and take a look at the old farmhouse.

The plan is to have him give us his best estimate for fixing up the old farmhouse in comparison to building new. Then we'll have some major decision making to do.

I foresee many sleepless nights ahead while I weigh pro's and cons.

Do you have any advice on a fixer upper versus a new build? What would you do? I love hearing from you!

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Have a lovely Wednesday!

 

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