I should be happy. But we took another look at the Mad Hatter house today, and honestly, I'm just feeling kind of sick to my stomach. I really love it. I walk in, and it feels like home, like the kind of house you can grow old in. Gorgeous first floor with living, dining, kitchen, and family room all in beautiful condition, fabulous master suite, bedroom for each kid + study for each of us + playroom, 3.5 baths total. 5200 square feet. Everything we want, and then some. Just lovely.
But it is at the very top edge of our budget, we think, what with all the renovation work that'll be needed. And if something goes majorly wrong in the next few decades, some unexpected $50 - $100K repair, we'll be in serious trouble. If we buy more modestly, we'd have more leeway for unexpected disasters. It makes Kevin really uncomfortable to ride that close to the financial edge, and I hate to ask him to do that. And my financial judgement has historically not been so good; I've always tended to live just within my means, not even thinking about saving for a rainy day. I don't trust my judgement on this. We should probably buy a less expensive house.
We're going to try to get some estimates on what it'll actually cost to repaint the exterior, and get a thorough inspection, and get an estimate on a fairly necessary master bath remodel. If those numbers add up low, and if the owners are willing to go for a low offer, maybe we can do this reasonably. We'll see. I just don't know.