Of the 5 houses my husband chose to see in Gilmer, 3 were older homes built in the 1920′s, 1 was a major fixer upper, and 1 was a dome house. “I am not living in that…that Hobbit Hole!” was my first reaction. My husband replied, “That’s fine-we don’t have to look at it.” “No,” I conceded. “We can’t narrow the field that’s already pretty narrow to begin with.”
Let me explain. It’s not that Gilmer has few housing choices; it was that our criteria were pretty strict. We wanted 3 bedrooms, 2 bathrooms, an extra room for guests, a large backyard, and either a storage shed or 3rd garage for all my husband’s woodworking tools and rocket hobby. It was us narrowing the field.
So we toured all the homes and strangely enough, the dome house was our favorite by far. It had 5 1/2 acres, a barn, and an extra room for guests. It was outside of Gilmer so it was closer to Longview which meant less drive time for my husband. It was perfect-except it was weird looking.
Remember those girls in high school that always tried to fix up their friends? “You’ll love going out with Debbie-she has a great personality.” We all knew that was code for fat and/or ugly. And that’s what I thought when I looked at this house. It has a great personality. It’s probably really nice and stays home most Saturday nights too.
But in the end common sense won and we bought the house with a great personality. It’s already growing on me-kind of like a homely dog that follows you home.