Think, think, think...

Disheartened to have found a so-close-but-not-quite home, Jeff and I saw two other homes that night. None compared to the little peach gem with the not so sparkly bathroom. What to do now?

Nothing new would be coming onto the market with the holiday season starting. After lengthy phone calls with both sets of parents (the only people we were confiding in with the new of our current quest), several glasses of wine, and deep discussion,  Jeff and I turned in for the night; the 92-year-old beauty and her wart of a bathroom stayed in the back of our minds through the restless night. We decided to return for a second look, hoping with the rose colored glasses off, we could fall out of the impending love for this house.

Armed with tips from our parents, and camera and video recorded, we returned to the house. This is what we saw:

A lovely front porch.

The formal dining room on my wishlist and hardwood floors throughout.

A kitchen in need up updates, but with the solid, huge, original cabinets.

Well-sized bedrooms.

And a potential historians office, complete with winterized porch for writing.

Bad news... The bathroom was still pink.

We left the house, still confused, and no less in-like with it. Did we really want to take on a retro bathroom reno and a furnace that looked like it was put in when the bathroom was? We went to dinner and talked about it, afterwards stalkerishly driving by the house a few times. We went home, poured a glass of wine, called the parents anxiously awaiting our thoughts on the return trip, pulled out the note pad to make a pros and cons list, pulled out the calculator to crunch the numbers, and still didn't make a decision.

Jeff retreated to his man cave, no doubt to consult his pensive or some of the great tomes of knowledge he keeps up there (or listen to records and play video games, one or the other). I hunker down on the couch for some kitty cat cuddles and mindless TV. As the hour passed, netflix episodes of CSI: Miami lit the livingroom and the gray ball of fur purred away in my lap, I made the biggest financial decision of my life. Jeff descended from his cave and resumed his position in his chair, "I think we should go for it" he said. I responded "Me too."

Our decision had been made. The hard part was over, right? But it was only just beginning...