Maybe Matilda: house hunting
Showing posts with label house hunting. Show all posts
Showing posts with label house hunting. Show all posts

Monday, February 29, 2016

Good news!

I didn't mean for this to be a big secret, but it kind of turned into one anyway.

If you remember from the sale of our house last year, I concluded that I'm not superstitious but I am a little stitious, and house sale/purchase stuff is jinxed if shared online. So I decided to just keep quiet about it this time around until everything was 100% finished.

But now that it's over and done, I can finally say without superstitious fear: we bought a house!


Truly stellar picture quality! Blogger of the year award goes to ME!

We're so excited about it, and plan for this to be a long term home for our little family. We despise moving with all our hearts and souls, so barring some unforeseen major change, we'll be here for many many many years to come, and I am really excited about that.

I'll share more pictures as things get settled!


Wednesday, April 8, 2015

Previous Homes + Today’s Preferences

My mom and I went house hunting together recently (before Jeff and I decided that we want to rent for a while after we sell our house), and talked about how to decide which features are the most important when searching for a home.

For those who don’t know my mom, she is an interior designer and owned a design and home decor boutique for a few years. You can find her on Instagram as bungalowboutique, where she shares design trends she loves as well as pictures of her own beautiful home, which she designed and had custom built in Heber, UT.

And I’m offering you that little background on Mama Bear so you can appreciate how seriously we take her advice when it comes to house matters. It’s one of those topics where you can just rest assured that she’s right, even if you don’t see it or get it at the time. It’s her thing.

modern white kitchen

See? That’s my mom’s kitchen. She’s amazing. All the photos in this post are from her instagram.

Anyway, while we were out house hunting together, she mentioned that she thinks a lot of her taste in home design/architecture/decor was developed as a result of having moved 20+ times during her adult life. She got to experience life in dozens of different neighborhoods, different regions of the country, different home layouts, different eras of home building (from a 200-year old farmhouse in rural New York to a brand new craftsman bungalow here in Utah). She got to decorate and renovate home after home after home, which gave her the chance to experiment with different styles and figure out what exactly works best for her.

bright open window seat

Thinking back on the places Jeff and I have lived as a couple (although there haven’t been a vast number of them), I came up with a few house opinions of my own based on places we’ve lived.

- Our very first apartment (which was roughly 12 square feet total) taught us that we would sure prefer to have more than 1 room to live in. Let’s not get crazy, we don’t need a mini-mansion, but it sure was a treat to leave that apartment and not have to sit shoulder-to-shoulder in the same room.

- Our second place, a townhouse in Iowa where we lived while Jeff was in chiropractic school, provided tons more space than our first apartment, but was a lesson in our preference for updated living spaces. Our townhouse was built in the 70s and nothing had ever been replaced or updated in the past 40 years. We weren’t thrilled with mustard yellow floral linoleum, dark and dingy kitchen cabinetry, or glitter fleck countertops in our bathrooms. The increase in square footage was a great change for us, but we learned how hard it can be to decorate an out of date space to make it feel fresh.

- We also learned from our Iowa townhouse that we love being close to walking/biking trails. Within half a block of home, we could hop onto beautiful winding trails, and hardly a day went by in decent weather that we didn’t take advantage of those trails for jogs or bike rides or walks with baby Forrest in the stroller. We currently live right on another walking trail, and use it nearly every day.

driftwood table, modern chairs

- During all this renting, I realized how much I missed having color on the walls. I’m far from wild when it comes to my color choices, but even the subtle paint colors in our current house feel like such a welcome change after years of white. I’ve seen lots of homes where people make white walls work. But I prefer a little color, however soft.

- When we moved back to Utah, we spent a year renting a basement apartment in one of the wealthier towns in our area. We had a hard time making friends there, and we never felt very welcomed or connected at church. Our feeling of being excluded certainly could have had something to do with the fact that we were short-term renters (we probably weren’t as friendly as we would have been if we planned to stay). But we definitely felt out of place in that wealthy neighborhood, and when we moved to our current town we vastly preferred the general feel here. It made us wonder . . . even if we have the money someday to buy a house in a ritzy area . . . do we want that?

- Very surprisingly, that basement apartment rental had fabulous natural light (a perk I never expected from a basement). I also loved that the kitchen, dining area, and living room all shared one huge space, so when it was time for us to look for a house, I ranked natural light and an open floor plan pretty highly on my list of priorities.

- In nearly every place we’ve lived, our laundry room has been as far as it possibly could be from the bedrooms. This seems like crap planning. Why not do the laundry where the clothes are kept? I’d love to end up in a house that has a laundry room closer to the bedrooms. I’m getting a bit tired of dragging laundry baskets up and down two flights of stairs.

white laundry room

What are some features you’ve come to love/hate based on places you’ve lived?

Thursday, March 26, 2015

Blergh (or, House Sale Fail)

The good news: you guys are all sorts of sweet and nice, with your kind congratulations on the super quick offer we got on our house!

The bad news: within a few hours of writing that post announcing our crazy fast sale, our buyer withdrew his offer (boo, hiss!).

Maybe we’re being paranoid, but we have developed an elaborate and sinister theory about the whole ordeal, as one does. (And our realtor agrees with our theory, which is moderately comforting.)

The buyer was an investor looking for properties to buy and use as rentals. He wasn’t working with a realtor, but was just calling up listing agents on properties he wanted to see. He made a few weird comments about our place to our realtor, but then made a pretty fantastic offer (the sort that you don’t bother to counter, you just eagerly accept). Then 4 days later, with no warning and before we’ve even reached the point of inspections and due diligence and all that fun, he cancels his offer out of the blue.

Our sinister theory: we think he went around, making fantastic offers on every property that he thought might be a good fit for him (all without using an agent, because a realtor would never let him get away with this nonsense), effectively tying them up so that they were under contract and couldn’t be acted on by other potential buyers.

Then he took the weekend to sit around, deliberate over them, scratch his butt and be a basic jacka$$, and make a final decision on which one he liked best . . . then withdrew his offers on all the houses that didn’t make the cut. And all this, of course, before meeting the deadline for handing over his earnest money, so we are just left high and dry. Our house was under contract—and missing out on showings!—during quite a few critical early days on the market while he basically ‘reserved’ anything he thought looked interesting, then backed out of.

Maybe we’re totally wrong and being overly paranoid about it. But whatever happened on his end, it was super frustrating for us, I’m totally ticked about it, and Liz Lemon expresses my annoyance perfectly (<—go ahead and watch that video, and picture me over here saying eeeeverything from seconds 26-34 in particular).

liz lemon


So we’re back to showings, and in case you did not know, selling totally blows.

But in other house-related news, Forrest has presented his list of demands reasonable requests for our next place.

In no particular order, His Highness humbly requests that our next home be:

- Green. (“On the outside?” “Yes. Green on the outside. AND on the inside. Green all over. Green in every place. It needs to ALL be green.”)

- Has a splash pad . . . inside.

- Has a swing and slide . . . inside.

- Comes fully stocked with amazing toys.

- Especially Legos.

- Especially Lego Friends.

- Grandma lives there.

- I can live there, but preferably not. Just Forrest and Grandma would be ideal.

 

So I think we shouldn’t have any trouble finding a perfect fit.

Monday, March 23, 2015

Selling Our House: Getting it Ready + Our Current Status

Thank you so much for your support on my post about selling our first home! We’ve put so much work and love (plus a fair amount of sweating and swearing) into this house, and it is so encouraging to hear positive comments on it.

I thought I’d write out the work we put into getting it ready to sell—not all the changes we’ve made over the past 3 years, but our ‘sell this house’ to-do list from the past few months—plus an update on the current selling status.

A giant house selling to do list

The ‘Sell This House’ To Do List

1) Declutter. Kind of a no-brainer, but it’s amazing how much junk accumulates in a house. We spent a weekend going through everything and deciding what to donate, what to throw out, and what to pack and store. And the house looks so much bigger now.

2) Caulk. Such a little task that makes a huge difference. We caulked along the top of all the trim, between kitchen cabinets, etc. It really makes the house look more tidy and finished.

3) Transition pieces. One of the downsides of installing your own flooring, we discovered, is that you get tired of the process and decide you’re done before the job is really 100% finished. We had left a few areas on the floor without transition pieces because we were just tired of it, so we finally went back in and added them. Wish we’d done it earlier.

4) Clean up trim. I had no idea, until I got right down on my hands and knees next to it, how dingy and dirty our baseboards were. I scrubbed all the trim in the house, then repainted it so it looks crisp and fresh. Fresh, bright trim is a smallish detail that makes a huge difference in how clean and bright the house looks.

5) Corral the toys. Somehow, the kids ended up keeping toys in basically every room. I figured the house would be so much easier to keep tidy for showings if we a) got rid of some of their toys, and b) stored them all in one spot. I went on a ruthless toy purge and threw away anything that was broken or missing pieces, tossed anything that was cheap junk, or that they’ve outgrown or haven’t played with in ages. Some toys were donated, and a lot went straight into the trash.

Then I moved all the toys down to the basement into a cubby and baskets, and I make sure the kids put things away before they get out a new toy to play with. It’s a bit of a pain to force them to clean up as they play—it means keeping a near-constant eye on the toy count and what they’re playing with or abandoning—but it makes it so much easier to straighten things up quickly. Our little toy storage area is pictured below—all of their toys are in those baskets, and hopefully we can get the kids into the habit of tidying up as they play.

basement toy storage

6) Putty over wall anchors. Previous owners/tenants in this house sure loved plastic wall anchors—nearly every wall in the house had empty wall anchors poking out, and I’ve never bothered doing anything about them until now. We hammered them in, puttied  over them, and repainted those areas.

7) Clean blinds. The most unpleasant cleaning task, if you ask me. Blinds are such a pain to clean, but a good scrubbing left them looking much improved.

8) Scrape and stain the deck. The little deck leading into our backyard has been an eyesore the entire time we’ve lived here. Initially, we thought we’d knock it down and build something bigger . . . but we dropped that plan in a jiffy when we realized how much it would cost.

We hired a handyman last month to take care of the deck—he used a power sprayer to knock off all the old, chipped paint, then gave it a fresh coat of dark stain. It looks worlds better now, like a place you might actually want to spend some time.

dark stained deck

9) Basement work. Our little basement dungeon needed the most help (and was the most expensive project to finish). We had new carpet installed on the stairs, hired a painter (I could have painted it on my own, but once we realized what it would cost to hire this job out, it felt worth every penny not to have to deal with painting myself), and had the handyman replace the broken basement window and build out a window sill, as well as repairing a section of the ceiling that needed new drywall. It kills me—we never used that basement for anything other than storage, but it is now a fantastic exercise and play room, and I wish we had fixed it up years ago.

10) Clean everything. This was the easiest but most obnoxious task. You don’t realize until you really inspect it that every surface within the kids’ reach is just nasty. Areas that got a much-needed scrubbing include: every wall, from about chest-height down (so, as high as Forrest can reach); all the doors and doorknobs; light switches and covers; outlet covers; windows; the stair rail and banisters. All clean and shiny.

11) Spring-ify the yard. An inexpensive and easy job—we added fresh mulch to the flowerbeds, tidied up the bushes, and added fresh flowers to our planters.

Okay, I’m cheating—this picture is over a year old. We have since replaced the outdoor lights, and of course there is now fresh mulch and different flowers in the planters. But I’m too lazy to go out and take a new picture, and this one gets the point across just fine.

yard for spring

We hired a handyman for some of the tasks—mainly the ones that required any skill at all. All the stuff that was within our realm (like cleaning and organizing) we did ourselves, and it was a pain. It’s so hard to get anything done with kids in the house. We plowed through as much as we could each weekend for a few weeks in a row, and I fit in whatever cleaning/organizing I could every day.

The Current Status

Our first day on the market was completely insane—we had showings all day long, and after leaving the house with the kids in the morning, we couldn’t come back home until after 8 PM. The final tally for that first day was 10 showings (although our realtor admitted she lost count, and it may have been higher).

We had 5 showings the following day, spaced out just enough to be terribly inconvenient and leave us stranded out of the house all day again. We were running on two straight days of fast food for every meal, crappy naps (if any!), and overly late bedtimes for the kids. We were all getting pretty cranky after a mere 2 days.

By day 3, I was hitting my limit (already! it only took 3 days to break me!). A number of showings were scheduled for the day, and I was getting frustrated. It felt like we couldn’t live in our own house anymore—we hadn’t been home in 3 days except to sleep, and I had no time to cook or do laundry or get anything done between showings. None of us had eaten a decent meal for 3 days straight, and we were running out of places to go to pass the time. During one interminable mall visit, Forrest asked, “Is our house selled-ed yet? I just want to go home.” Me too, kid.

maybematilda.com

Extra depressing was hearing feedback from some of the people who had seen the house. Our realtor talked to 3 people who had come through, and none of them liked it. It felt like a huge blow—after all the work we’ve poured into this house in the past 3 years, no one had a single nice thing to say.

None of their complaints were anything I should have taken personally, but of course I felt crushed anyway. Someone didn’t like the floors, someone else thought the bedrooms were too small, etc. We honestly believed this was a great house for the price range, and it was a big letdown to hear 3 negative comments in a row without getting any positive feedback.

I was all sorts of depressed about how chaotic and stressful selling was turning out to be, and was actually near tears as I complained about it to my mom, right when the realtor called with some awesome news. Two offers had just come in.

One was a pretty lousy offer—way below asking price, requiring us to cover closing costs, and with some crappy contingencies. It was kind of insulting, to be honest.

But the other offer was solid. It was below our asking price, but the buyer was covering closing costs, and our realtor is representing him as well as us, which reduces her commission. When we factor in the money we’ll save on the realtor’s reduced commission as well as not having to cover the closing costs, it comes close to being a full price offer.

Update 3/24: Well, never mind. The buyer cancelled his offer before we even had a chance to move forward. So disappointing!

We took it. We are currently under contract, and if you’re the praying type, would you send a prayer or happy thoughts or good vibes or whatever you happen to believe in that everything goes smoothly from this point on? We don’t expect anything big to come up on the inspection, but of course I’m in a panic over it anyway (that’s just what I do, and I’m so very good at stressing that it would be a shame not to). If all goes well, we’ll close at the end of April.
house exterior

The question now, of course, is where we’ll be heading? Frankly, we don’t know. We’ve gone out with our realtor a few times, and I am just not loving anything yet. There are lots of houses that feel okay to me, but nothing that I’m really crazy about so far. And I don’t want to rush into buying something I don’t love, just because we’re in a hurry and feel like we absolutely have to make a decision RIGHT NOW.

At this point, we’re leaning towards building, which means we’ll probably rent while we figure out if and where we’d like to build, and get that process started. Everything feels very hectic and overwhelming right now, but we’re trying to keep a level head and make decisions based on what we really want long-term, and not just what seems like a quick solution in a stressful time.

In the meantime, cross your fingers that the next few weeks pass really quickly . . . and without any unpleasant surprises.

Friday, October 24, 2014

Living Room Updates

How’s that for a riveting post title? Reeeeaaaally drawing you in with that sexy, irresistible little tidbit.

I don’t claim to be any sort of expert on home design/décor/what-have-you, but I’d sure like our home to be a comfortable, cozy, welcoming place. And I am definitely not willing to spend very much, so it’s a bit of a project to make any sort of decorating dreams come true, but we have made some little changes lately in our front room that I’ve been enjoying. You can see the previous version of this room HERE, if you’re so inclined.

The main things that bugged me about this room:
- I thought (still think) the old rug was really cute and fun, but the color was too light and it was impossible to keep clean. It always looked dingy and dirty.
- There is no overhead lighting in this room. It boggles the mind that builders think lights are optional in any room. No amount of lamps were making much of a difference in here, but considering our very high, sloped ceiling, recessed lighting was the only option we could think of, and much too expensive for us right now.
- The gallery wall felt much too small for such a big wall space above the couch. It needed to spread out a bit.
- I also thought the gallery wall was too light in color. It’s hanging above a black couch, but the frames and photos were all white and pastel, and I thought it looked weird. A new couch definitely isn’t going to happen anytime soon, though, and the gallery wall seemed like an easier change to make than a new couch.

Rustic gallery wall // www.maybematilda.com

Rustic gallery wall // www.maybematilda.com

Rustic gallery wall // www.maybematilda.com

I switched out our old rug for this one from American Rug Craftsmen, and it has been a much much much much much better fit for this room. It doesn’t show messes at all (a must-have for our family), it’s incredibly soft and comfortable, and I like that it deepens the room’s color scheme a little bit. It’s been a winner, for sure.

We also had an electrician install two barn-style sconces for some lighting, since there is no overhead lighting in this room. It makes a huge difference in the evenings, and I love how they look. They are outdoor lights from Home Depot, and I love how they coordinate with the Barn Light Electric fixtures in our kitchen. For those of you in Utah County, we’ve used Mark from Hugh Electric for quite a few projects around the house, and cannot recommend him highly enough. He does a wonderful job, we love him, and he puts up with Forrest’s nonsense/‘help’ with amazingly good humor.

Finally, I updated our gallery wall. I spaced things out a little more, added a few non-photo items gathered up from different parts of the house, and swapped out the old photos for our most recent family pictures. I knew before we had those photos taken that I wanted to bring some darker colors into the gallery wall, so I took that into consideration when planning our outfits, and made sure to toss some navy and green in there.

Gallery wall // www.maybematilda.com

I hope no one has any questions whatsoever about the arrow, because I slapped it together myself on a whim, was (still am) utterly amazed that it came out looking as I’d intended since I had no idea what I was doing, and doubt I could put together any semblance of usable instructions for anyone else to make something similar. #problogger

If money were no object, there are all sorts of things I’d do differently in here, but considering our budget and the amount of time and work I’m willing and able to put into it, I’d still like to do a small handful of things in here.
- Maybe figure out a coffee table or end table situation? I think it looks a little empty/unfinished without one, but I also don’t want to purchase furniture just for the sake of purchasing furniture if we’re getting along just fine without one, you know? I’ve seen some styles I love that I think would be great in here, but I’m holding off for now. Dang budget.
- Different chairs. I hate those stupid wicker chairs in there. We bought them purely because they were so incredibly cheap at Ikea and we needed to get something, but I think they look so dumb in here.
- Roman shades for the windows.

Baby steps.

Monday, June 18, 2012

Moving on up (to a house! a house!!!)

Long story short: Great news! We bought ourselves a house! It’s been a bit neglected and abused so it’ll take some work to get it where we want it to be, but we’re really excited to work on it and make it our home.

house

(Soak it all in—especially the amazing edit job I did covering up the house number, the yard that is more dandelions than grass, the ‘bush’ right by the steps that is actually not a bush at all but an overgrown weed on steroids, and the leaning tower of birdbath. But still! Potential, right?! Mucho potential. I love the stone around the garage, the rosebushes and mature trees, and the sort-of-weird-but-sort-of-adorable extreme roofline slopage.)

Short story long: Great news! We bought ourselves a house! Last time I wrote about house hunting was pretty early in the game and things weren’t looking terribly promising. I haven’t written about it since then because it wasn’t getting any better. We ended up making offers on five houses without even coming close to getting any of them. I don’t know how the real estate market is elsewhere, but here in Utah it’s picking up fast. Oodles of first-time homebuyers (hello, nice to meet you) are popping out of the woodwork wanting to take advantage of the current low prices, so the low- to mid-priced ‘starter homes’ in good shape get snatched up awfully quickly.

Just to give an example: one house that we loved received an offer from us the very same day it came on the market. We learned from our realtor that not only was our offer the eighth one it had received on its first day on the market, but more were still pouring in every hour. It ended up selling for more than $20,000 above the asking price. We never stood a chance. It looked like the whole house hunting business was going to take longer than we expected.

So despite our misgivings about short sales and the many horror stories we’ve heard about buyers waiting 6 months or 9 months or even a year to purchase one, we wondered if maybe a short sale would make a good backup plan for us. We could put in an offer on a short sale, let it simmer while we kept looking for a ‘regular’ purchase, and if in, say, 6 months we still hadn’t purchased anything else, we’d have the short sale brewing in the background to fall back on.

We checked out this house (pictured above, my house now) and, to be completely honest, weren’t terribly impressed. It was a short sale (the dreaded short sale!) and was priced quite low, but for good reason. It was a bit of a wreck. Walking through the door, we were greeted by the pungent and welcoming aroma of dog urine (go ahead and search that one out at Yankee Candle or Scentsy, it’s quite lovely). Every single wall was covered in kids’ crayon artwork and oily handprints and dirt and grime. The yard was a veritable rain forest of weeds and 3 feet tall grass. A rusting, rotting swingset in the backyard didn’t look particularly fun. Every single light fixture was an ode to 90s-style gold and rose-etched glass. We walked out and didn’t look back.

But as we kept searching, that stinky old house kept coming to mind. Sure, it was smelly and dirty and unloved, but it had exactly the floor plan we wanted, a great family-friendly layout with plenty of space to grow that even many of the houses at the tippity-top of our price range didn’t have. It was in a neighborhood we really liked in a town we were very interested in. It had a big fenced yard for Forrest to race around in. It had a great kitchen area (not cute now, but it will be cute when I’m done with it!) and tons of huge windows and fabulous natural light (probably the brightest house I’ve ever stepped inside of). This house, near the bottom end of our price range, had more potential and checked off more items on our ‘must-have’ list than many of the nicer, newer houses near the upper end of our budget did. It wouldn’t come tied up in a pretty bow, move-in ready and exactly how we wanted it to be, but we realized that everything we disliked about it could easily be changed with paint and elbow grease and a few upgrades. It sure wasn’t love at first sight, but all the basics we wanted and needed were already there, and we were excited about all the possibilities and potential we could envision for it.

So we put in an offer, didn’t get our hopes up, and continued searching for something else. Since this one was a short sale that would probably (we thought) take months and months to make its way through the bank, we expected to find another house long before hearing back about our offer.

Lo and behold, only two weeks later, we got a call from the realtor. He’d heard from the bank and they had accepted our offer. We were pretty shocked—I’ve always heard of short sales taking ages to process, but we heard from the bank after only two weeks! Although this house had started out as our ‘backup plan,’ everything began falling into place for it to be our only plan.

So here we are! We closed on the house last week and are starting renovations to be ready to move in when our current lease is up at the end of the month. I spent the weekend up to my elbows in paint (those icky stained walls look a hundred times better with a fresh coat of paint), and this week we’ll start tearing down a few walls and laying new floors. We’re hoping to get as much as possible done before we move in at the end of the month, so it’ll be a busy couple of weeks around here.

I had some helpers over the weekend . . . some willing, like my amazing interior designer mom . . .

. . . and some who were less excited about helping out.

We’ve got a lot of work to do, but I think this house is going to be great. We’ll be doing almost all of the work ourselves, too, so hopefully we’ll figure out what the heck we’re doing and how the heck to do it as we go along. I think it’s going to turn out splendidly.

Tuesday, March 27, 2012

House Hunting: And so it begins . . .

I think I mentioned in a post recently that we’ve started searching for a house. This is something I’ve looked forward to for a long time and expected to be very exciting. I was right, it is exciting, but not so much in the “kid at Disneyland” way . . . more in the way that being chased by a rabid dog is probably exciting. We’ve had a few Disneyland moments, but plenty of rabid dog moments, too. Maybe house hunting is kind of like being chased by a rabid dog through Disneyland? Actually, house hunting with a plentiful budget is probably Disneyland. Our budget = rabid dog. There are plenty of houses on the market in our price range, but 90% are short sales (which makes me a little nervous—after 5 years of waiting to buy a house, I’m not sure how much more waiting I want to put myself through), and the 10% that aren’t short sales are generally pretty scary.

We’ve been renting for about 7 or 8 years now and you know, it’s starting to feel a little old. Renting has its perks--no repairs, no yard work, no snow-shoveling--but it certainly comes with its own set of issues . . . no options in style/paint colors/etc., Satan’s-minions landlords like we had in our previous rental, slow-moving [but very friendly!] landlord who hasn’t fixed our broken toilet in the 9 months we’ve lived in our current rental . . . you know the drill.

We took our first trip out with our realtor a few weeks ago and it was certainly an eye-opening experience . . . our eyes are bulging-out-of-their-sockets open now.

Our first stop was at a 150-year old ivy-covered stone house north of Salt Lake. I’m a sucker for old houses—one of the homes I grew up in was a 200-year old farm house in upstate New York, and I love the charm and personality that come with an older house. The MLS listing for the gem we looked at has been taken down so I can’t snag a picture to include, but I’m sure you can use your imagination. The pictures made the house look country-cottage-y-adorable, set in a big yard with a fence, and the interior shots looked spacious, bright, and welcoming. The house was near the top of our price range, but I was dying to see it, so it was our first stop.

I pictured Thomas Kincaid cottage charm . . . I got Scooby Doo haunted mansion. The house was a nightmare. The ‘spacious yard’ in the pictures turned out to be a little patch of dirt circled by a fence with half its slats missing. The inside was shockingly awful . . . dirty beyond belief (I actually said at one point, “I wonder why they gave all the trim this gray antique glaze,” running my finger over it to come up with a handful of nasty, 150-year old grime), ceilings that even we shorties could barely stand up straight in, a maze-like layout that had us lost and confused more than once, itsy-bitsy door-less-and-closet-less nooks that were billed as bedrooms, additions that didn’t line up or connect with the original structure (picture the floor just ending and starting up again, 3 inches over and half a foot higher), a staircase to nowhere (not making that up—a door in the wall that we expected to be a closet was hiding a staircase that went up about 6 steps and then just stopped). Even the realtor was shocked—he said he’d never, in all his years as a realtor, seen such deceiving photos on a listing. I still think it would make an amazing house . . . if a buyer is willing to put probably $50,000+ into repairs and updates and a complete cleaning overhaul. I am definitely not that buyer. Strike one.

After stopping by a few townhouses that I was not terribly impressed with, we looked at another house that I had hardly even wanted to see—the listing price was over $10k out of our price range and I didn't particularly want to fall in love with a home I knew we couldn’t afford.  But the house was amazing . . . it was in our dream neighborhood—the one we can’t actually afford but love to drive through, slowly and creepily, peering into people’s windows—and had everything we wanted in a home. Clean, spacious, updated, with plenty of room to grow . . . and it was a HUD home, which meant the government was just trying to sell it fast, so maybe we had a chance at it! We put in a bid as high as we felt comfortable going . . . and didn’t get the house. Not surprising, and we hadn’t gotten our hopes up too high, but of course that hadn’t stopped me from planning out all the decor, checking out paint samples, and window shopping for new furniture. Smart moves on my part, all around. Strike two.

Which brings us to this past weekend. Our realtor was out of town, so we thought we’d just drive around to get a feel for some different areas and maybe drive by (creepily, of course, that’s how we do it) some homes on the list of places we wanted to check out when our realtor got back. As we were driving, we spotted a for sale sign in front of a home that we hadn’t seen in the MLS listings . . . it was in a decent-looking neighborhood with a pretty-okay-looking exterior. It wasn’t an amazing house, but I saw potential. We hopped out to grab a flyer—the price was near the bottom end of our budget—and saw that the home was vacant and shoppers were encouraged to take a peek. We looked through all the windows and decided the previous owners must have moved out mid-renovation . . . all the carpets were ripped up, doors were missing, etc.

No big deal—if we got at at or below its listing price, we could afford to put some serious work into the place. I was actually a little excited at the thought of all the renovations—for the price, we could not only snatch that house up and remodel it to be exactly what we wanted, but we’d probably still come out with extra money bouncing around in our house budget. The backyard was what really sold me—it was set on a corner lot and had a spacious, beautiful yard, fully fenced with a garden in one corner, a stone walkway and patio. I pictured myself setting Forrest free in that gorgeous yard while I sat inside eating cupcakes and watching Ellen. It was a lovely moment.

We called the listing agent twice without hearing back from him and started to get anxious—what if someone else had snatched up our bargain house? What if someone was signing a contract for it right now? In typical fashion, I was already planning the new floors I’d put in and shopping around for outdoor furniture for that amazing backyard, working on my garden layout (I’ve killed every plant I’ve ever owned in record time, not sure why I thought I could handle a garden).

Last night, we finally got a call back from the listing agent who was very excited to hear from some interested shoppers. He and Jeff had a long phone conversation—well, it was long on the agent’s end. Jeff got maybe two words in while I watched his expression morph slowly from excitement to horror. Wonder why that house was such a bargain?

It was a meth house.

A meth house.

A METH HOUSE!!!

The agent was telling Jeff not to worry—the previous owners were just recreational users! It’s okay! Just recreational meth users! They weren’t making meth! Just using it for fun! No worries! It’s cool!

And the meth-lab-tester-people had to tear out all the carpets because they tested positive for brain-damage-inducing meth levels! No biggie!

Oh, and the druggie previous owners also stripped the house before they left! There are no toilets! Or sinks! The furnace is gone! The water heater, too! It’s just an empty, hazardous, life-threatening shell of a meth house! When would you like to come see it?!

Strike three. The search continues. I can only hope that this weekend’s showings keep up this streak of rabid-dog-chase excitement, because I sure would hate to get bored by this whole house-hunting thing. It is just as exciting as I had imagined.

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