We’ve officially lost our minds. | #MoCoFixer

So, we bought a house this weekend.

Didn’t see that coming, did you? Well, neither did I really.

A week ago, I was planning new counter tops in my kitchen. And you know how one home project tends to kind of spiral into 10 home projects? Somehow solid-surface counter samples turned into a new fixer upper.

But let’s start at the beginning.

Mr. Cotten and I moved “home” two years ago. And while we have never regretted the decision to move our little family closer to the grandparents, we have never been totally happy with our move.

We purchased our house with the hope that it would be our forever home. At the time, it was the right decision for us. We had just sold our home in the city, we had a 10-month-old baby, and we were two weeks away from homelessness. It’s a beautiful house – it’s grand, updated, and has all the amenities anyone could want. But, something has never felt quite right here for us. This has just never felt like home.

Over the last few months, we have totally wasted our realtor’s time by asking her to show us a few houses we selected. One being a HUGE brick home in town that could easily double as a castle. Another being a small farmhouse that should probably meet a bulldozer in it’s near future. After each showing, we would say, “Let’s just make our house our home. We’re not going to move.” But, then something else would catch our eye and off we would go again  (we’re avid Zillow users, obviously).  Our realtor must think we’re a hot mess.

A week ago, another house with promise was listed. It just so happened that it belonged to a family friend’s father who recently passed away, and it had everything we’ve been looking for. More than three acres, surrounded by a soybean field, a pole barn, a basketball goal, in the right school district, and just enough space for our girls. I decided the house warranted the creepy drive-by (and if you’ve ever sold a home, you know exactly what I’m talking about). When I saw this 1970s ranch perched way back off the road up on a hill, I just knew.

This house is supposed to be ours.

We went to look at it the next day. If you want to picture the interior, just imagine that 1975 exploded. I’m talking green carpet, a built-in intercom system, an avocado green bathtub, white iron posts on the front porch – not a single thing in this house is updated, or our style. And for some reason, it all felt right.

Twenty-four hours later, we submitted an offer and listed our house. By the next morning, the house on the hill was ours. #MoCoFixer was born.

This real estate experience has so far been the exact opposite of our last. I’m not nauseous. I’m not anxious. I’m actually excited, which is something I never really felt about our current house. My husband is 36 steps ahead of the process, and is already picking out new kitchen cabinets and flooring. We are truly over the moon.

But, the actual next step in the process is to sell. If anyone locally is looking for a move, my completely updated house could be yours! Make us an offer, and we’ll throw in the pool table + hot tub. 😉

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Follow our move with #MoCoFixer here and on Instagram! There is SO much more to come!