We took our house off the market just before Christmas. Our dream house is still on the market, and it's not ours. We put up our (teeny) Christmas tree in this house. The house we've poured blood, sweat and tears into (all of them literally) for the past four years. The house we had hoped to sell before Christmastime. The house we wanted to look back on and call our "first" house. This was not the house we planned to wake up in on January 1, 2013.
But we did. And that's ok.
There are a lot of reasons we chose to take our house off the market, but it can so easily be summed up simply by saying we knew it was the right thing to do for our little family right now.
(The right thing. Not the easy thing.)
I cried for most of a Sunday afternoon after we called our realtor. I've cried several times since, too. Not because I don't want to live here, just because a sweet little dream died the day we pulled the sign out of our yard.
The new house we fell so hard for was a 100 year old farmhouse with a 100 year old barn and three acres of land. It was nestled in hundreds and hundreds of acres of farmland, but only 10 minutes from Starbucks and Home Depot. We would still have been close to family and friends with workable commutes for both of our (on-opposite-sides-of-the-city) jobs. The price was perfect. We knew the neighbors but couldn't even see them from the house. The dogs could run. We could watch storms roll in and see the stars at night.
We would have also ended up gutting the entire house and knocking out a couple external walls. All the outbuildings needed a lot of work. But work isn't exactly something we're afraid of and even all the money we stood to lose on our own house couldn't stop us from chasing the dream.
We're not completely sure where we're going from here. We have a long list of things we'd still like to do at this house, so we may start tackling that soon. We absolutely love this house, we adore our neighbors and if we stay a little longer we might actually make back some of the money we put into the house instead of losing everything we've put into it. This isn't a "bad" ending to the story and we're excited to stay put a little longer. Really. But someday.....someday there will be a little farmhouse with our name on it, nestled in the hills with acres to explore. I guess it's just not today.
Do we regret listing our house? Absolutely not. I think dreams are always worth chasing, even if the ending doesn't quite work out like you had hoped. So much of life is about the path between the high points, and I'm glad we took this chance.
Plus? We can now have our entire house spotless in less than an hour. Skillz, baby. We've got 'em.