So let’s set the mood… Sean and I had already been engaged for about 4 months and we thought it would be a fun weekend activity to start going to look at some houses. We knew that getting married would hopefully lead to us having a place to live in of our own. Me being VERY superstitious and paranoid, I was pushing for a new house because me and my imagination could not shake the whole “potential ghosts haunting the home” factor, but in all seriousness I would have been very happy living anywhere with my husband-to-be!

It all started as innocent fun, we were going to houses that we both definitely knew were out of our budget… drifting off into dreamland you would say, but as time went on, we both realized that this was a project and an adventure we both wanted to embark on.

One thing you have to know about me is that I have very traditional values. I never wanted to move in with a boyfriend/fiance before getting married, so to me… looking at houses was just a distant dream considering that originally we wanted to get married in August 2015, which at that point, was over a year and a half away. I also knew that on my wedding night, my dream was never to go to a hotel, but instead, sleep with my husband in our house for the first time, sleep in a house that we together had already made a home without even having slept there yet.

So as the days passed, I knew that if I wanted to turn this dream into a reality, we had to get moving. Sean and I were discussing if buying a house was actually a possibility for us, talking about all the “fun stuff” such as: money, finances, budgets, etc. Once we came to an agreement, we started actively looking for our potential new home. Without much success, my dad told us to look at this one place, and having driven by the area, i’ll be honest, I was opposed to it (also the fact that I hate when my dad is right haha).

At this point, it’s the first week of February and Sean and I finally decided to give it a shot, considering we would have no back neighbors because of a future golf course, and we had a distant view of the water. We also weren’t being taken seriously or having much success anywhere else, so we decided to take a look. We go to the main house, where someone accompanies you to the model home, and when we walked in… Sean and I both knew, this felt like home! We got back in the car knowing this is what we wanted, so the whole ride back we were discussing if we were really ready for this (to be honest, no one is ever really ready). We went to visit a couple more times, once with my parents, once with his parents, and even Sean’s grandfather (who used to be a real-estate agent). After truly over-visiting the house, we asked ourselves “what are we waiting for?” and made a trip to the bank to start the necessary steps and paperwork to make this house a home.

… And by mid February 2014, Sean and I were officially home owners, and were about to start the selection process of choosing all the details that would make my dream of sleeping at my soon-to-be husband and I’s home on our wedding night… come true! 🙂