Sounds easy, right?
Well, it SHOULD have been, but, life had other ideas...lol.
I guess I should start at the beginning. I'm a born and raised California girl.
But I am a country girl at heart (horse gal in the middle of the big city) and have always been a flea market hound. I love any and all flea markets, junk sales, and antique stores. I've bought and sold vintage goodies most of my life. I adore it all ..from fine antiques to the rusty ol' junk.
My ex loved antique Western stuff, so we used to hit many antique shows including "The World's Longest Yard Sale" across the USA, The Rose Bowl Swap, Alameda Antique Swap, and the Antique Show in Round Top Texas..you name it, we went.
Round Top Texas was a whole different experience! From the minute we got close to Warrenton,Texas, I looked over at the ex and said "I could live here, it is so beautiful!
With rolling green hills covered with blue and orange wildflowers and old oak trees everywhere...coming from California the green grass just blows you away!
That was before we saw the miles and miles of goodies to shop, it just was endless and so much fun...we were exhausted every day. You can shop all week and still not see everything!
The show happens in Spring and Fall every year. We went a few times, and I finally talked my ex into buying a place very close to the action. A beautiful old farmhouse built in the 1920's on 14 acres..
It was rough, and needed a TON of work, but it was perfect. The location was close enough we could run out to all the fun stuff, and run back home for lunch and to drop off our haul of goodies. Surrounded by land, with sweet cows gazing all around. I thought it was heaven. I loved that old house and scrubbed, painted, tried to fix it up and make it livable.
We stayed there during each spring and fall show, for as long as I could convince my ex to be there. Texas just felt like 'home' to me.
A few years passed, and then we broke up.
I moved out of his place in California back to my own and he put our Texas Farmhouse up for sale. It sold right away.
I was heartbroken, but determined to buy my OWN place.
I didn't have a big budget, I had just gone back to work after taking years off to live and travel with the ex, but I found a great loan guy and a realtor.
After a couple of trips back there and a couple of offers on places that fell through/didn't work out...I took a chance on a property that had been for sale forever.
It was another old farmhouse on a ton of acreage. I had my realtor approach them to see if they wouldn't split off the house and some acreage to bring it down to a price level I could afford. They said Yes! It took nearly 6 months of back and forth but it's finally mine.
So starts my adventure, as l try to make this old rough Farmhouse into my new little piece of Heaven.
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