Almost exactly a year ago to the day, we landed in Minneapolis on the most gorgeous spring day you can imagine, picked up our rental Kia Soul, and met our realtor in front of a bright green co-op where I ate a vegan duck banh mi sandwich. (I don't really know why. I think I was inspired by the hippie-ness of the co-op.)
Then we proceeded to see about 13 houses, of which I hated about 11.
Including the one we bought.
But I appreciated the challenge of making this house that was so blah our own. And here we are a year later, and while it's still a work in progress, I think we've done a pretty solid job.
(Real talk? The bed is unmade because Y was actually under the covers, sleeping off a night shift.)