Some of you may remember a little while ago, I said something to the effect of buying the “rattiest shit hole” house I could find.
Today, I entered into a contract to purchase a 117 year old house.
Unless the home inspectors give me a good reason to abort, this will be home.
It needs a lot of work, and I don’t even think I own a hammer at the moment.
When I got done signing the papers, and put down my pen, my Realtor told me that he “admired my sense of adventure”. Probably not a good sign…
On the bright side, I’ll be 9 miles from work, 4 miles from downtown, and 1 mile from Moe’s bar.
I ultimately got out of this contract due to an over abundance of termites in the woodwork.
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Why no ossifer, I have not been drinking. I think my wheel must be out of true.
As for home renovations: always calculate an accurate estimate of your costs and time, and then add 50%.
great joint. “sense of adventure”. i like that. ‘course, hope you have more skills than i, b/c you would be in trouble otherwise.
I wonder if the standard home inspection checks for poltergeists?
I’d hate to have to perform an exorcism at closing…