Yeh. I've done this with all of our houses, starting with our first apartment in Madison -- found something, gotten what E.G. calls "The Look", and made sure we get it. Each have been just barely beyond our means but we found a way to swing it. With our house in Pasadena, we were the first "outsiders" to live there in at least 50 years, I think longer -- the person who was renting it had grown up there. There was a lot of interest in it, and she told us later she had decided to rent it to us because of the way my face lit up when I saw it. She wanted people who truly loved the house to live there, and she knew we did. (I still miss that house, if not the environs...)
I usually have a few "ooh" moments before finding The One, though, and can't tell yet what's up with this one. It's awfully early in the game. I have an appointment to see it next Tuesday, though.
(Just occurred to me that I'm possibly broadcasting to all of the internet my future address... hmmm...)