Awhile back, I wrote a post about the townhouse that we fell in love with while house hunting, but ultimately decided against because it was too close to the railroad track (as in, it was 100 yards away) and not in a great neighborhood. And while I've always known it was the right decision, part of me still thinks back to that house wistfully. So much so, that when I get bored and look at the MLS, I check that street to see if that unit or any others in the very small development it was in are on the market.
A few weeks ago, I was surprised to see it pop up. And my first reaction to seeing the images online is that it's not as great as I remember, and I like my house now way better.
I really liked the light wood laminate floors, and when it was on the market five years ago, it was painted a really nice pale blue. I didn't remember the living room window being so small. I liked the dining room, and thought the kitchen was fine enough, but seeing it now, the space looks fairly small. I also remember this place being really modern and updated, but seeing it now I realize it has the same dark woodwork that we painted over in our condo, and the carpet doesn't seem to be in great shape.
After we left that place, all giddy about how much we liked it, we came to the conclusion that a lot of what we liked was the cosmetic stuff, and used some of it as inspiration for the home we bought.
I'm sure there would have been things we would have liked about that house, but it's plummeted just as much in value as our condo, and at least we live in a super awesome neighborhood. I am happy where we are.