Long Winded Story of Discovery

Julie and I had been on the search for a permanent dwelling to call our own since the beginning of 2008. There was a point that we were five days from closing on a glorified apartment that was labeled a condo, and the appraisal came in $5,000 shy of the offer. Thankfully our lender denied the funds and we were able to press onward with the search, so we thought. The condo’s seller was angry that we did not counter-offer and refused to sign the release of contract. While we were in limbo we moved into my mother-in-law’s condo in Cedar Rapids. After being threatened with litigation several times by the seller he smartened up and released us. Shortly after we dropped our bigot realtor and began to travel the seedy alleyway of house hunting without a guide.
Grab your TiVo remotes and fast-forward through the two of us quitting our crappy jobs in Waterloo, cramming all of our worldly possessions into storage, inconveniencing my mother-in-law for over four months, getting two better jobs at the University of Iowa Hospitals and Clinics and then hit play right about the time that Julie and Kim, the mother-in-law, get lost in Williamsburg, Iowa.

It was a glorious day in small-town America when to no surprise Julie and Kim lost their way in route to a cousin’s Lutheran softball game. Fate drove the two past a 1918 American Foursquare with a For Sale sign in the front lawn and an acrylic box full of poorly designed flyers. After a super excited phone conversation with Julie she scheduled a walkthrough the next day. Once our tour was complete we sat down at the home owner’s chincy dinning room table and signed our offer.