You’re parked sideways, engine still running, holding a grocery list your mom texted with five exclamation points. You were supposed to be at the grocery story buying eggs but here you are falling in love with a four-sided brick bespoke renovation on the corner of Northbrook and Hidden Acres. Over 2,000 square feet. Four actual bedrooms. Not those “could be an office” kind of bedrooms. Real blond wood floors. And a vibe that feels like nostalgia wrapped up in a big warm hug. You blame the kitchen. It’s stupid pretty. Like, Pinterest pretty, that natural light spilling in through the new windows accenting the creamy white cabinets that whisper “You bake now.” You would bake a whole lot of banana bread and blueberry muffins for the rest of your life if you owned this kitchen. Screw your Keto Diet in 2026, carbs are on the menu for life. You stand in the olive green dining room that feels like a page torn from Architectural Digest – rich, saturated walls, an oversized globe light. Eating takeout here would make you feel like an adult. The for sale signs led you here. This must be kismet. Then look down at the flyer you’ve been clutching. The price feels too good to be true. Maybe the agent made a mistake and swapped out a 6 with a 5? You were saving up for a down payment in April, but at this price you could buy now and not have to deal with living in that overpriced, cockroach invested apartment another month. A patio for grilling and a swim/ tennis club down the street makes it that much more enticing. You thought all the good houses would hit the market in Spring. You were wrong. It’s giving you the same spine-tingling rush you felt kissing your eighth-grade crush behind the bleachers. She was a total babe. And while everyone else is still half-drunk on sugar cookies and family drama, you write the offer. Because sometimes, the home picks you. Even when you’re wearing Christmas PJ’s and a fleece pullover from 2002. Welcome Home. Don’t miss the YouTube Tour, search 3359 Northbook Dr.