Coming down with a bout of the flu this week allowed me the luxury of time. I was able to puruse MLS ads, and look at sites dedicated to private sales. It often feels a bit like a giant Easter egg hunt, opening each webpage and wondering if you have finally found the golden egg.
Earlier in the week I found 50 acres in an area known for it's rolling hills and panoramic views. A sliver of hope began to glimmer in my mind. The house looked...old, fragile, and hardly the country estate we had envisioned. However, we began to brainstorm, and envision it with a lovely fieldstone base, and a timberframe addition. Suddenly, this old cottage began to take on a new look.
We will take the time to go and see it in person tomorrow. I spent most of the week doing the background research. It came up clean in terms of survey and planning, and I was delighted to know that there are no quarries or unusual right of ways! The city tells me that there was a change of ownership from husband to wife two years ago, which leads me to believe that this may be an older woman selling a country property.
I like to think that she would enjoy the idea of us bringing new life into the place.