Our story on Bell Street started a little over four years ago when we were searching for a house to call our own. There was a certain area of Kansas City that we wanted to be in, close to the art district, unique shops and mom and pop restaurants. The house we’re in now, I remember seeing it for the first time on a snowy winter day in KC as I was driving up and down streets in one of the neighborhoods that I absolutely loved, West Plaza.

It was freezing… and if you’ve been in KC during the winter, ya know what level of cold I’m talking about. There wasn’t even a sign in the yard, but as I drove by I saw that there were a bunch of papers posted in the window. So naturally, I got out of my car and snooped to see what was happening with this adorable little house on the corner. “FORECLOSURE” “WINTERIZED” — I thought “WHAT?! This could be it!” I won’t give you the details but the house had been vacant for a couple years. I snuck in and took a peak around and absolutely LOVED what I saw. I just had to wait for the bank to decide what it was going to do.


Fast forward a few months (spring time) and three failed offers on three other homes… I was feeling defeated. I was at work on day and a message pops up from my realtor telling me a house just came on the market in my dream neighborhood in my price range and asked if I wanted to take a look. Along in that text was the address, and I knew exactly what house it was. I messaged back to put in an offer ASAP. I didn’t need to see it (*cough cough*). The realtor, our good family friend George, didn’t need to know that I had climbed my happy butt through a window that wasn’t closed on that cold snowy day a few months back and had already given myself a self-guided tour. Plus he might have told my Dad (I didn’t want to get in trouble). Fourteen offers later, ours was accepted. More repairs than I can count, bad contractors… great contractors… and we finally moved in. Took a couple months until it was livable, but it was all worth it. Our home.






Check back soon! Coming up will be a house tour of what our house is looking like nowadays and some current projects that may be causing me to pull my hair out. But all worth it — we love our home!

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