When my husband I bought our first home I was 6 months pregnant and we were moving back to Grand Rapids, both with new jobs. I’ve always wanted an old house, one that I could make my own. One that would give me the chills every time I drove into the driveway. One that I could picture our children coming home to in college and saying “this is where I grew up”.
As an avid lover of decorating and interior design I had NO issues at all with moving walls, tearing out kitchens and completely gutting a house. Double that with my raging pregnancy hormones and I had some un-realistic views of what would be the best fit for our family at that time.