You’ve probably noticed the house around the corner we’ve called “the bed & breakfast.” We’ve admired it for years—not just for its in-ground pool, tennis court, and picnic area, but because its exterior is one of the most charming on the block. We even snapped a photo of it during a snowstorm last year:
When Sherry and I began house hunting this fall, we joked about knocking on their door and asking if they’d sell. Before we could work up the nerve, we learned someone else had already bought it privately—no “for sale” sign, no open house, just a quiet sale a few weeks earlier. That was a little tough to swallow.
At our moving sale last month the new owners introduced themselves. It was a mix of feelings: a pinch of disappointment, a lot of curiosity, and some genuine pleasure because they bought about $100 worth of patio furniture and rugs from us. Even better, they were incredibly friendly and invited us over for a tour. Sherry had joked that she wouldn’t die without seeing the inside, so I was relieved to help her check that odd little item off her list.
Seeing the house in person was a reality check. Like meeting a celebrity who’s shorter than you imagined, the interior didn’t match the lofty expectations we’d built up around the exterior. That actually helped. After the tour, we felt even more certain about our own house choice—our new place felt like a better fit for our current needs. Don’t get us wrong: the house was lovely and full of potential. It was a much rougher “before” than our new house in many ways, which meant the possibilities were exciting.
The interior had a lot to improve: florid wallpaper in spots, outdated blue carpeting, tired light fixtures, and red laminate countertops in the kitchen. The new owners were right in the middle of improvements while we were there—peeling wallpaper and painting as they gave us the tour. It was clear they’re fellow DIY people who are excited to make the place their own. They even shared some of their renovation plans, and it was easy to picture the house unfolding into something special under their care.
In the end we left feeling fine about it not being our house. It wasn’t the single-level, open-plan, family-friendly layout we need right now. There’s also the reality of upkeep: maintaining that lawn, pool, and tennis court would be a major project for parents of a six-month-old. So while we were initially tempted to mourn the missed chance, it quickly felt like fate—this house was simply better suited to someone else. Knowing it has owners who appreciate its potential and who are already rolling up their sleeves is comforting.
We’ve got closure on the “what ifs.” We no longer find ourselves wondering whether we should have knocked on that door sooner. Instead, we’re excited to watch the transformation and to cheer on the people who bought our dream-from-a-distance. We’ll keep calling it “the bed & breakfast”—a nickname that feels warmer and more affectionate than calling it “the one that got away.”
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