July 1, 2013


Above: The smallest sampling of rugs at Nomadic Trading Company. One day, one of them will live in our new home.

At the end of last week, Micah and I toured our first prospective house. A (relatively) large ranch tucked away in the woods near Eno River State Park that had seen better days, but also had a temptingly low asking price to match. Since I'm about to be out of state for a month, we scheduled it, just in case it was The One (and just to jump straight into the touring game, now that we're pre-approved).

Continuous, rolling storms also meant we lost power a handful of times throughout the weekend, inspiring many an impromptu bar visit to discuss the house's pros and cons. We spent a lot of time trying to find that precarious balance between what our hearts felt when we surveyed the 2/3 acre lot, and what our heads thought when we even tried to gauge the amount of work that would need to be done to make it a Home. It was... fun, and exhausting, and exhilarating.