Ok, so I wasn't in the market for a house. Our Leslieville townhouse is all kinds of awesome. It was dubbed 'the perfect family unit' when we bought it - (and sold 'the perfect unit' - an outstanding corner condo unit with lake views on 2 sides for one single me) - new to married life and ready to start a family.
Like all delusional newlyweds, we thought our townhouse would have it all - enough space, close to downtown, 2 bedrooms, a basement and garage. Perfect for a couple and someday...a baby.
Thing is, baby grows really fast. And people want to come to stay and visit with baby. And inside starts to get old at about 10 AM when you've been up since 6 and a back yard might just save your sanity.
So the casual open housing begins. And every time we walk by one we go in. Not that we're looking...
Last weekend when we see an open house at about 5 min past the end time on our afternoon walk. I go in an hub stays outside with the baby. Well I only get about 5 feet in before I'm back outside saying "you've got to see this one".
Long story short we see the house. Oooh. Ahh. Drool. And text our agents asking them to pull up the listing and give us an opinion. They see about 100 times more houses than us and tend to be the voice of reason when it comes to our actual must haves and needs.
Except they couldn't see anything wrong with this one.
Just the opposite.
And just like that, we were in the game.