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It's official: too late, house-shoppers!
Yep, the open house this last Sunday was a total bust: 3 groups through, two of which wandered idly around the upper floor without even checking out the basement. They're obviously committed to the house-shopping process.
My awesome real estate agent, Charlotte Killien (with Windermere, look her up!) was completely unsurprised when I called Monday morning, and said I was done. She got the keybox off the front door, and the for sale sign will come down soon. I'm movin' back in, baby!
So, yeah. That's kind of exciting, and kind of disappointing all at the same time. I was looking forward to finding a new house. But then, moving back into this house will be pretty awesome. I spent a ton of time and money fixing it up to sell, and it's much nicer inside now than it was when I moved out.
Plus, as I believe I've mentioned, it will be so nice to move into the house fresh. When I first moved in, the house was in such an awful state that I had to spend a couple days cleaning up, changing locks, and trying to make it bearable.
My favorite anecdote to illustrate this is the "taking possession" story. You may enjoy looking at some pictures of the house at the time of inspection. I got all the paperwork signed, sent in all the money, and we set the hand-off date. I was to take possession of the house on a Wednesday. I'd specified in the closing documents that the seller had to do a bunch of cleaning and stuff-tossing (such as the huge, rotting pile of wood in the side yard). Naturally, none of this happened, because the seller was somewhat desperate, being in dire financial straits.
In any case, I got my keys, and walked through the house on Wednesday, to see what needed to be done. I think I was planning on cleaning up so I could move in on the weekend. The house was pretty gross, the kitchen walls and cabinets covered in grease, random trash strewn about, etc. Their move-out had been so hasty that they'd left behind a hamper full of stinking, well-used diapers. That was a bit much. I think I did some cleaning, and went away disgusted.
I came back two days later, on Friday, with Brooke (my girlfriend at the time, who would be living in the house with me). What did we discover, but that some of the trash was gone, and the stinking hamper had disappeared. Ok, cool enough that I didn't have to deal with a steaming barrel full of feces-soaked diapers, but how exactly did they get in!? See, when I took possession of the house, I kind of figured that meant it was mine, and anything they left behind was also mine by default. Not that I wanted it, but I figured that taking possession also meant I got all the keys. Apparently not. I changed all the locks to completely new units the next day.
So, that may give you an idea of what I moved into. It was nasty, and moving in was this sort of disturbing process of cleaning an area before I could put stuff there. As a result of that, and not knowing what I wanted to do, I never really got the house set up like I wanted. Shortly after we moved in, Brooke broke up with me, which was quite a wrench, and effectively prevented me from doing anything domestic for quite a while. This was, of course, to the detriment of my living situation, as I never got to all the projects I was going to do.
In any case, now, the house is clean and beautiful. Compare and contrast these pictures from August this year to the pictures I linked above. Just a bit different, particularly in the kitchen. The clean house plus my new-found desire to have a lot less junk around means this next phase will be pretty cool. It's not quite a new house, but it's nearly as good!
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Categories: all aviation Building a Biplane bicycle gadgets misc motorcycle theater