Mr. Speedy and I recently went to see a perfectly fine house. It was just slightly out of our preferred price range, but met all of our requirements, and then some.
It was located in a desirable east end neighbourhood, a short walk or bus ride to the subway, had three bedrooms, a wee backyard and a finished basement perfect for a rec room (which is not a requirement, but if we could get it, a seriously nice perk). The basement even passed the "Mr. Speedy" test, meaning that all 6 feet 4 inches of him could stand up straight in most of it. The rooms were smallish, but with a couple cans of paint and a few repairs here and there, it would suit our needs perfectly.
But I just couldn't see us living there. I couldn't imagine our stuff there, or us hanging out on the back deck with our friends. I couldn't picture myself cooking in the perfectly serviceable kitchen. For some reason, even as I tried to envision the decor changes we could make, it still just didn't feel like us. And I wanted to like it!
So, experiencing some sort of non-buyer's remorse that I'd passed up a property that would have been perfect for us (and which would likely get snapped up quickly, even in the current "buyer's market"), I asked my Tweeps (that's Twitter-speak for my followers) how I would know when I found the right home. And, thankfully, they came through for me!
Cobourg real estate broker @DaveChomitz told me that I would "absolutely know" when I find the right home, adding that "it may surprise you."
And follower @fathomco was also kindly reassuring, encouraging me to "stay the course ... you just know — kind of like when Mr. Speedy came round?"
Other chimed in saying that I really would know, somehow, when it was right, a message that certainly made me feel better! I'm back to believing that I will find something, and didn't pass on our dream home without realizing it!
Catch up on the home hunt:
Home hunting makes me ... nauseous?
Resources for first-time buyers
Finding Mr. or Mrs. Right ... Realtor, that is








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