House buying is not as easy as running to the store for Diet Coke, in case you were wondering.
With this quest for a new house, we knew our budget. Our budget would get us nice (not brand-new) houses with four bedrooms. And that’s about it. What we’ve been hoping for all along is to find an older house with extra space that we could spend the next 20 years making beautiful since we’re hoping this will be our Forever Home. A house that would be big enough if we wanted to add to our family. Simply getting a four bedroom house, if it had no extra rooms, might not provide us that. But an older house would fall under our budget and might have more space. That’s what we found. A house with four bedrooms, and a bunch of extra space – all within our budget. We put in an offer, they countered, we accepted and the contract was signed. We started talking paint colors and furniture locations…and then we had the inspection.
Let me say first – this inspection was not that bad considering what it could have been factoring in size, age, and general design. The inspector got us really excited about the potential he saw in the house. But, there are structural issues where things aren’t necessarily up to code and where cuts were made to install a tub that jeopardize the safety of anyone sitting in the tub. So, we’re at the point now where we try to get some sort of repair or cash at closing. They can always say, “No.” But since they might? And it’s a safety concern? We’re no longer bound to our contract. In other words, we just found out the store is out of Diet Coke. We’re hoping they put some out on the shelved before we finish our grocery shopping, but I’m starting to realistically consider leaving without it. And that makes me sad.
(Just for the record? This is not just a metaphor. Leaving any store without Diet Coke would really make me very sad.)
That’s where we are with the home. I’m trying to stay positive but I really don’t see the home owners being able to fork out cash at closing. Not when they’re carrying two mortgages. I’m worried we’re going to be in a situation where we have to decide whether to buy the house anyway, and spend the little money we have set aside for furniture and paint for structural repairs…OR…not buy the house at all. That’s a decision I’m not wanting to make. I love the sewing nooks under the windows upstairs too much to be able to make that decision logically.
So…we’re going to stay positive today. Even if this doesn’t pan out…it’s for a reason. Maybe there is also a troll in the attic no one found. Maybe the neighbor goes out to get his paper in the morning in the nude. Maybe there is a bat infestation in the trees behind the house and they’ll turn me into a vampire the first time I’m outside at night. (It would explain the screened in porch.) If it doesn’t work out? It’s for a reason. Sewing nooks aren’t that hard to find…are they? And come on…since I still can’t thread my sewing machine the right way every time? I probably would live without a sewing nook.