I was torn between two houses. The first house was a lovely older home with minimal updating needed. It was located in downtown Jackson, Alabama. The house was two story, historical district, white, large front porch, and located on the parade route. It almost met all of my criteria, except for one big thing. I wanted a house that could handle a wedding in the yard. This house could not. So that fact, let me pick the house that my husband was salivating over.
So began our trek back up Hwy. 43 to Grove Hill. Moving seventy-two loads north fifteen miles during love bug season. What were we thinking?
The Cobb-Waite House was two story white house with historical plaque. The plumbing and electrical had been updated, and insulated windows had been installed. The one fireplace was inoperable. The house had no central heat and air, painted wood floors, and needed to be gutted completely. We closed on September 14, 2005, which was my birthday. I don't think I got out of my pajamas for a month. I watched every episode of "Felicity" on dvd. I could not grasp the enormity of the project for that month. Our first mistake was deciding to live in the house during the renovation.
