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New England is for Home Owners

When my husband and I moved to Rhode Island, we sold the home where our marriage began in Southern Alabama and drove miles and miles to a whole new world in the Northeast. Since his new job covers a fairly large area, we decided it would be wise to rent for a while in Rhode Island while we explored the area and decided where it would be best to settle down.

That time came sooner rather than later and we are excited to now be two weeks in our lovely new abode. One caveat: we bought a house in...wait for it... Massachusetts!

(Hence the blog name change! This Southern Belle's road continued on a few miles over state lines.)

Thanks in huge part to Kristy Oliveira of Remax for helping
 us get into our meant-to-be home!

We are so excited to settle into this beautiful home and create many wonderful memories over the next several years.

Naturally, we traded our southern chalet for a beautifully classic New England Colonial and we couldn't feel more blessed and right at home!



It wasn't the easiest journey getting here but everything fell into place perfectly in the end. While we looked at many houses, this one immediately felt like ours. The only problem: the day we were shown the house for the first time (just a few days fresh on the market) there was already another offer on the table. The always-thoughtful and rational Reillys then made one of their only "rash" decisions and put an offer in that night (along with a letter to the owners- if you know me at all, you aren't surprised!). Our offer wasn't accepted; however, something inside me told me it wasn't over. A week later, our realtor-turned-friend, Kristy, gave me the call I somehow knew, or at least hoped, was coming: the other offer fell through and we could put another offer in. It truly was meant to be, perfectly orchestrated every step of the way.

Stay tuned as we make memories, decorate, get festive, and continue my journey of learning (and learning to love) the New England way of life.

See also: southern belle fighting to hang on to the "y'all" and reject the "yous guys" and "wicked pissah."

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  1. Please don't learn to say "youse guyz" (the Pittsburgh version of what you wrote! HA!
    It will be interesting to see how you feel about the MA winters. Brr.

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    1. I have no intention of dropping the "y'all" for the Northeast alternative! Thank you so much for reading. I will certainly document my first winter experience...right now, I am excited to see all the seasons on year can bring! Stay warm, RM!

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  2. Hi Libby and congrats on your new home! It is SO true that when you walk into the right house, you know it. If you are fortunate to find a house that speaks to you in that way, you are bound to be happy there. Happy holidays, and welcome to the BHB group!

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    1. Thank you so much, Doreen! I was just speaking to a friend about this recently. Finding the right house is like finding the right spouse (coincidence they rhyme?)... you just know but there's no way to describe that to people who haven't yet felt it for themselves.

      Looking forward to connecting with you more!

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  3. Hello Libby, Congrats on your new abode. Your words'Finding the right house is like finding the right spouse' reminded me of Carrie Bradshaw she says a similar line in her movie too!
    Loved your both the houses the old and new. Raising a toast for your new beginnings in the new house.
    It's good to be connected via BHB hope the connection grows in coming time, keep in touch!

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  4. I do look forward to reading how you will make this place your home. Thanks for sharing this. I would like to hear a blog about the move (furniture etc.) into this house itself, sometimes that is an interesting story.

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  5. My husband is from GA and we moved back 3 years ago to Somerset (where I was born and raised but moved away). He doesn't have an accent but my 3 year old is showing us that a Boston accent and a southern accent together form an English accent lol. He talks like he's from London lol

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    1. hahaha!!! That would be a dream come through for me- my mom and I love to talk in silly British accents.

      I hope we can get coffee together after the holidays!

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