Third time’s the charm, at least I’m hoping it proves to be true in the case of my house hunting escapades. Like all fairy tale adventures it seems that it takes the mythical number three to get it right.
This afternoon, after a few signatures and a check, I committed to buying a brand new house. Why I hadn’t done this when I first arrived to Houston I’ll never know. But it’s better late to the party, than not at all.
The first house just wasn’t meant to be, a contract was written prior to mine.
The second house, sad from lack of care and in need of too many repairs, I had to walk away from.
But the third house, a beautiful gem, that sits on the street of dreams, will be ready to move into at the end of June. Seriously the street name is El Sueno meaning the dream street. How cool is that? The layout and the location is pretty spot on.
The best part about a new house is being able to move in and not worry about repairing or replacing things. Just my cup of tea!