The story of our first house cannot be told in one post. In fact, our first home is a book in itself. I will start at the beginning.
We were young, too young almost, fiercely stubborn, and just a little bit stupid. After honeymooning in Maine, we looked at this rugged wilderness land as something to be cajoled and ultimately concurred. My mind swam with scenes of ski lodges, warm fires, and New England history. We were naive.
Our first appointment with a realtor was in January of 1998 in New Hampshire. We left New York with an excitement that the affects of caffeine cannot mimic and headed straight into the worst ice-storm of that New England decade. Between us, FringeMan and I have enough self-motivation to do some pretty stupid things. I’m not sure what we expected, but it was not an empty realtor’s office.
Our spirits only slightly dampened, we decided to forge a path in the ice that led to Maine. Maine winters can be much like an embittered woman deprived of chocolate, and Mainers are some of the most rugged people I have ever met. They are more pig-headed than FringeMan and I combined and to them, weather is a fact of life, like the sun rises and sets each day.
Maine did not disappoint. We stumbled into the hands of the most competent realtor I have ever met and although we did not take his advice, we will be forever grateful to him. Most first-time home-buyers start with a price-point and we were no exception; however, ours was a reverse price-point. We asked if we could start at $10 thousand dollars and see what was available. To his credit, our realtor didn’t blink an eye, didn’t spit his gulp of coffee into our laps, and didn’t questions our sanity. He doubted, but consulted the ever wise, all knowing computer anyway.
What we found were a few shacks that rivaled the dwellings of your average New York City homeless person’s, an abandoned ice-fishing ‘cabin’, and a few mobile homes whose parts seemed to have walked away years ago. When we reached the $40 and $50 thousand dollar mark, we were afloat in choices, but I had to look no further.
By this point, we had long left our seats and were hanging over the realtor’s shoulders. When a house popped up on the screen, it was love at first site. Being freshly wed, I knew love when I saw it. Grabbing FringeMan’s arm, I exclaimed with a longing that should be reserved for the marriage bed, “That’s my dream house!”
As a seasoned realtor filled with life’s experiences, he cautioned against too much excitement. Armed with a map, several MLS listings, and passion, we set out in search of our dream.
This house was everything we had hoped and oh, SO MUCH more.
That’s it for this installment of My Old House. See you next time for a peak inside.
Deep Fried Tomatoes & Bakes Potatoes, Part 6
Devil Dog on My Porch (Prt. 5)
It’s Not Only The Moose Watching (Prt. 4)
Closing – Not a Naked Dance (Prt. 3)
“Maine did not disappoint.” It never does! As long as you’re not hoping for short winters and hot summers. If that’s the case, then Maine will most certainly disappoint.. (smile)
Thanks for linking this up in our saturday stories!
I also bought an old fixer upper that is my dream home!
I can see the potential here.
I do love a good makeover. It makes me feel as though I’ve rescued something ( including memories, character and the like) from destruction.
awww…I can see potential. But I sure hope it doesn´t turn out like the Money Pit.
Thanks for comin by to visit Spain today! . I haven´t gotten over to NYC in a while so I am glad to have been able to tonight. It´s as fun as ever at your place and I love visiting. 😉
hearing about your dream home and your experiences is fun. i look forward to the next installment.
This should be good!
Debbie York says
I am all atwitter as if it were my honeymoon bed that was at stake! Girl, this sounds like the beginning of a book to me…I smell best seller!
I love home renovations!! I am literally salivating over this. I want lots of pictures: interior, exterior, before, after… all of them…
Wait until your readers really see this house up close. They will never believe it!
You are nuts….;) Look forward to the photos
The method with the realtor has me cracking up. Tell me more! ~Mindy
LaurieAnna's Vintage Home says
One of the best things about restoring old homes are the stories it provides for years to come! I look forward to reading more!
Wow! That is a castle compared to my first house. It’s no wonder you fell in love with it! Can’t wait to see what you did to spruce it up.
JanMary, N Ireland says
I just know I am going to LOVE this series
Lois Lane II says
I am very much looking forward to the next part!