Honestly, I love the house. I could see myself living there and at the same time can't believe I could be so lucky as to own that house. It would make all the waiting and the sacrificing and the being responsible all worth it. It's so beautiful. And like all big steps in my life, I wish Mom were here. She'd be so proud that my brother and I are doing so well. And I think she would have loved the house, too. (Ok, I didn't mean to go there but was suddenly overwhelmed with emotion.)
Ok, so anyway, the house is fantastic. It is not as "perfect" as the pictures looked which suits me just fine. There's enough cosmetic work in it to keep me busy and let me put my own personality in it but doesn't appear to need anything major. I could go on and on about all the little details but I think you'd like to hear just the best part. I won't mention the original built-ins, the fantastic original wood floors, the original glass door knobs, the fantastic staircase, the (not just crown but) dental moulding. The best part is that the house was built in H-town. A carpenter bought it and moved it down here about 10 years ago. It was in bad shape then so I'm thinking he probably did electrical and plumbing. Central air and heat have been put in. He built the garage and porch then. AND...it wasn't built in 1940. It was built in the '20s. Yep, that's the best part.