Home in the Woods!


Home! So very thankful for this home on an island in Minnesota in the woods. It's about four acres of mostly woods and a little bit of grass and just everything we've ever imagined for a home. It was the strangest and coolest way how everything worked out. That morning we had put an offer on another place. A cute little white home with a small yard in Marine on Saint Croix. We saw SO many homes. Like, SO many. I felt bad for our realtor to be honest, but she was incredible driving out to Wisconsin with us and all across town it seemed. We finally landed on the white house and honestly felt like, "let's just do it.. this place would be great and we will have land someday." They counter offered a heck of a lot closer to their asking price, we didn't blame them as we offered a lot lower just to see what happened and then spent the afternoon deciding if we were going to try to counter.. etc.. It was a long, long day. We were all exhausted, still packing up all our belonging and grinding through it all and just the day before we asked our realtor to just open up the entire MLS search for "homes in Minnesota with more than one acre under our price range.  I was sitting by the counter sweating my buns off, just clicking through the search results... click click click... and then all of a sudden a picture popped up of an A frame. I jumped, like WHAT! How can this exist in Minnesota? I've only seen these on Pinterest. :) HA. I flew through the images while simultaneously yelling for Max to come into the kitchen to show him. He came in and we were both like, "uhhh..... this is everything we have ever wanted in a home." So we called our realtor immediately and said, "we want to make an offer....!!!" She was like, "Okay!!! You should probably see it first though, too." :) She's smart. So we packed up the girls and drove out to see it and the whole time at home and packing up I was a major wreck. As someone who not only values emotions, but feels them often, I was a MESS! I was feeling like, this is our DREAM home. Oh my gosh, it has to work out! Max was like, "You need to chill. Pull yourself together Fox!" Seriously. But on the way we were driving and drove across the bridge to get on the island and he turned to me and said, "I'm sorry. You should be able to feel everything and all you want to feel. So if you want to freak out and we don't get this place and you have to deal with the heartbreak, then that's ok. You should have the freedom to feel." By the time we were almost there, passing the girls toys and waters and snacks along the way, we drove up the driveway and heeding Max's words I just bawled my eyes out. The trees sweep over the long driveway and I felt like, woah we are home. We got out with the girls and just walked around. It was so quiet. We were in love. 

We made an offer and the seller was to present to the sweet old lady who owned it. We sent a letter describing our dreams for the home and a small picture of our family just to say, "Hi! We are real humans who want to live in your beautiful home. Can we buy it?" We've done this with both homes and highly recommend doing it if you are buying a house. You'll see why soon. So we had to wait about 24 hours until she listing agent was presenting to her because hello, this elderly lady had busy schedule! :) She presented the following day and about ten minutes before our offer was presented, another one came in and it was a cash offer. We didn't know this at the time, just that there was another offer and we were so nervous. This all seems so trivial, like, Johnna it's just a place to live and why are you being crazy, but it was just a lot to take in finding the perfect place and just having to wait to see if we could live there and raise our girls there. Anyways, Max took Minoux on his nightly walk which he has done since she was little and I took a bath with Lue. It was the only thing on my mind until the two minutes that it wasn't on my mind and I heard a big bang on our front door. I was naked with Lue thinking, what in the world who is here and why are they still banging on the front door? We peeked our heads out the front window and sure enough it was our realtor and her family with a bottle of champagne and red bull (her classic go to... of course.. yeah she's THAT cool) and they screamed up to us, "YOU GOT THE HOUSE!!!" I cried my eyes out and Lue was just like screaming with joy as loud as she could. She didn't even know really what was happening but it's the kind of thing that describes her so well, she's just like "AH I don't know why we are happy but I'm FREAKING HAPPY!!!"  Max came home from his walk and we all just say in our half packed up home drinking champagne and red bull and couldn't believe it. Then the hurdles began with all the financing and needing a specific type of loan etc.. you know, all the garbage stuff where the banks pretend it's a fun game of Monopoly and they just move your money around like they're eating popcorn at a sleepover and taking turns on the board. Sorry, no.. I'm really grateful and in the end it all worked out really well. We were able to get a small construction loan to make some of the larger changes that needed to be done right away. The day we closed we ripped up carpets and flooring and took off old doors and the interior paint was done that weekend. Those things alone made it completely come to life and couldn't believe how much it changed things. We showed our parents and they all *mostly* saw the potential for it. That's a story for another day but my parents helped us that weekend rip our the carpet, patch up holes and walls and clean out every room from top to bottom. We had the interior and exterior sprayed with a fresh coat of paint which made it feel like a brand new home. We didn't have air. Wait, we still don't have air besides one small unit upstairs that barely cools down that room. I would never even think about complaining about how sweaty of a summer it was or that my bangs just straight up curl everyday because of the humidity because I still can't believe we get to live here. Who needs air when it's 90 degrees anyways, I mean, well. 

Words can't describe what it means to be here. To have the land and the woods and the space inside the house. The A frame and the garage and the windows and that big cherry blossom tree out front. I can't wait to see what color it blooms into. We are happy here and grateful to be here. Home on an island in the woods. No air, and all. It's not perfect, and it's officially home. 

Proudly designed by | mlekoshiPlayground |