The Great House Hunt of 2015

So we’re officially those people now - the ones driving around on weekends with a realtor, pretending we know what “good bones” means and nodding sagely at granite countertops.

The Great House Hunt of 2015

With Sophie getting bigger and baby number two on the way, our little apartment is starting to feel like a very cute shoebox. Marcus keeps talking about wanting a garage for his “projects” (read: the graveyard of hobbies he’s accumulated), and I just want a kitchen island bigger than a postage stamp.

Imagining Sophie and Theo playing here

Today we looked at this house and I literally teared up when I saw the backyard. Like, full-on pregnant lady hormones kicked in and I started picturing Sophie running around and our new baby taking first steps on that grass.

Already making plans for family barbecues

Marcus got that look he gets when he’s doing math in his head - the slightly panicked one - but then he saw me sitting in those chairs and I think he got it too.

This could be home

We’re not saying yes yet (okay, I’m ready to say yes, Marcus is still recovering from seeing the mortgage numbers), but this might be it. This might be where we become a real suburban family with a yard and everything. Watch this space - and pray for our bank account.