There are some dreams in life that remain ever just out of reach. Some of our hopes for the future are permanently filed in the "some day" category, perhaps never to be realized. Building our dream home seemed like it could easily be one of those elusive goals. However, sometimes life surprises us. Sometimes those dreams come to fruition well before we ever dreamed they would.This is one of those stories...hopefully. Welcome to the quick, painless, void-of-all-surprises (fingers crossed) journey of This Rowe House.
Thanks to a growing desire to cut down the morning commute coupled with an absurdly exploding Asheville home market, we found ourselves in a position where building a home would be more economical than buying one. We had many dreams about where to build. We drove up the side of mountains to look at steep, wooded lots. We scoured the neighborhoods around work to find something close. But the dream of all house dreams seemed incredibly unlikely: living next to friends. In the several year process of thinking about and selling our home, we dreamed with a group of close friends about living as neighbors, raising kids side by side and walking through the triumphs and sorrows of life together. But we never dreamed the timing would work out.When we first tried to sell our house, none of our friends seemed ready to sell or move.
Fast-forward a handful of months. Our house goes on the market within a week of our friends' house, and the search for houses next to each other intensifies. Both our houses go under contract in the same week, and the pressure mounts for both families to find any home before our closing dates. A few weeks after we're under contract, a friend tells our friends about his neighbor who is moving. She lives on a double lot. The dramatics of the next few weeks are worth a separate post, but a long, agonizing story later, our friends are moved into this house and we own a patch of land with a carport, a shed, and a pergola on it. The dream had arrived.
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