I joke to my friends that my house picked me.
I wasn’t looking to buy a house – by myself or with John.
But five months prior, John had suffered three strokes. He wanted to get out of his three-story condo that included a spiral staircase he now found precarious.
John’s condo was under contract. He was only weeks away from closing escrow.
It was early 2018. John wanted a single-level house that he could navigate easily. He lived alone. He was making strides in physical therapy, but he also had outgrown condo living, even before the stroke.
I had my own condo in the next town over.
Then one sunny afternoon, John and I happened upon a hidden community that was just a stone’s throw from his current neighborhood. The houses were larger than he needed and more than he wanted to spend, but it didn’t hurt to look, right?
As soon as we opened the door to the bright yellow model home, there was no turning back.
The house had everything John and I wished our own condos had. The floorpan was compatible with our lifestyle. The square footage allowed John and me to have our own spaces, and with common areas that would bring us together, too.
A week later, John signed the purchase agreement for a house of our own and I got the ball rolling on selling my condo.
Follow me on this journey of designing, decorating and adorning the home I named Goldilocks for her striking yellow-gold exterior… and because she fit just right.
Designing Goldilocks 