Looking for a house

This morning we went to look at houses. We saw four. The first one was on Dale Street. Upon entering the house, one immediately felt transported back in time. I walked into the kitchen with yellow counters and a bowl of plastic, red apples and declared to J.D.: "Honey, I'm home." The tiny bathroom was decorated in pink with a fuzzy rug. The house was previously, clearly lived-in by a little, old lady. It even still smelled like her perfume and powders. It made me sad because it seemed so clear that she had passed away and her family was trying to sell her house. The basement was the nicest basement we had seen (we looked at three houses previously). But there were no appliances, not even a stove included. Overall, it just made me sad to walk around, and I couldn't live there.

The next house immediately smelled of mold and mice. The basement had a dangerous, curvy stairway (I didn't even go near). The house's foundation was settling, and it was next to an abandoned building. It was not a difficult NO!

Another house we looked at was huge, but it was a real fixer-upper. With their price, we wouldn't have anything left to fix even minor problems, putting aside the fact the house was not currently livable. J.D. did not believe it was really FHA approved.

Then there was the house when I walked in, I was shocked. What immediately struck me was the lack of something. . . the lack of a stinky odor. It didn't smell like wet dog, cigarette smoke, mold, mice, or dirt. It was clean! It was neat! It had a nice, open living room with a vaulted ceiling, lots of lighting, and a pretty hardwood floor. The walls were freshly painted. There was a little room with light yellow walls that would make a cute nursery. The kitchen had a nice fridge, stove, and even... a small dishwasher!!!! There was a lovely little sunroom next to the kitchen. And there was a clean basement with storage, a washer and dryer, and lots of space for J.D.'s models! We walked out into the backyard and imagined Sophie and Athena trying to climb the tall fences. There was a black walnut tree with vines growing around it that had orange flowers. We imagined where we would put my garden. This house was clean, cute, and I could see us living here. We walked out the front door, and a woman pulled up next to the curb. She yelled from her SUV window: "We just signed the contract on this house today."