When Brett and I were looking at homes here in Scottsdale, Arizona (well, I was waddling around six-months pregnant with my twins), we fell in love with one in particular.
It was the exact style I loved—kind of a Mediterranean-Southwest mix—one level, on nearly two private acres (which, after city living for so long, seemed huge to us), with a beautiful pool and yard for the children. And there was a casita in the back for my mom to come join us. All the boxes were checked!
We pulled up into the circular driveway, walked in the front door, and entered the grand rotunda foyer to speak with the realtor.