Yesterday Christian and I spent 5 hours driving around with a stranger. She was a nice stranger, and not exactly a total stranger, as I had contacted her about showing us some houses. I just broke out in a cold sweat and mentally vomited thinking about buying a house, but it’s actually happening.
We’ve been renting a horrific house of doom for 6 years after crashing with the housing crash, and now we’re dusting our trousers off and jumping back into the old game.
The down side to this is that I can’t pretend to be negligent riffraff and whip my beer cans out the window any more. I must start brushing my teeth again and pretend to care about the state of the lawn- but this is okay. I think I’m up for attempting to act civilized.
During the first few hours I was deep in the throes of a Nyquil hangover, so I have no idea what we saw or what sort of nonsense spewed out of my face, but by the time we had seen about 8 subdivisions and 5 or so houses, we made it to the home Christian and I had been internet-stalking for a few weeks.
It’s a beauty. Nearly 3,000 sf of 80’s splendor, right down to the black/red/white color scheme, mirrored surfaces aplenty, alarmingly high-backed metal chairs. And the layout is insane. Home builders of the 1980’s must have had access to some damn potent drugs- and we’re the whack-jobs who are looking for just this sort of ‘unique’ home.
Our realtor told us that most people like the cookie-cutter, move-in ready, traditional homes, so she had great fun pointing out houses she thought we’d like as we drove by.
What Christian and I share, that apparently most of the people around us don’t, is a need to have a loft-like, open, city-like home nestled in the safe, quiet arms of the suburbs. And we want to pick all of our own surfaces/paint colors/floors, etc. There is absolutely no way we are going to be happy with somebody else’s idea of ‘move-in ready’, so we chose to go the route of Property Brothers sans brothers.
I have a feeling you all will be privy to some of the before and after photos when we finally get to that stage, so I hope you enjoy laughing at other peoples’ remodeling stress.
I’ll leave you with a couple of photos from the home we fell in love with and see if you can see past the fabulous decor and other cosmetic problems…