So, we looked at a house yesterday that was amazing. Big front porch, cute side porch, little back porch. Tin roof. Big living room, generous dining room, nice kitchen. Three bedrooms (argh, they’re wearing me down! Calling something with a door to the outside a bedroom!) and one bath, work shop, garage, cellar, about an acre of land, kind of but not quite in the country. A beautiful rehab job, not by a flipper, but by the guy who is living there, so it doesn’t feel ostentatious, just comfy.
The drawbacks I think I could live with are that the lot is long and narrow, so you’re very close to your neighbors, especially on the one side (you share a driveway with them). It would be a weird commute, to put it mildly, though you could do it either through surface roads or interstate. I’m not sure where folks who live out there shop. And the Butcher would have to get a car, end of discussion.
The drawbacks I’m just not sure about. It’s at the very, very top of my price range and, even with the Butcher’s help, I would feel like I was signing up for yet another five years of having to be very, very frugal with my money. And I’m not sure I want to go back to that. I kind of like where we are right now where I’m not thinking “Oh, the Professor wants to have lunch, can I afford it?” or “Hey, Mack wants me to come up and look at this cool thing he saw in Springfield, but can I afford it?”
I don’t want to be burning hundreds just ’cause I can, but I’ve spent much of my adult life watching every penny and I just don’t want to go back to living that way. I don’t want to have to be turning down invitations to do things because I don’t have the money.
The second major thing kind of goes hand in hand with the first. The house has no closets in the bedrooms. You could, I guess, put closets in. But when? In five years when I get a little free money? I have to be almost forty before I can hang a dress in my house? Sure, I could buy wardrobes, but again, when? In five years?
Or, I guess what you do is buy it and then sell off the back part of the lot and use that money to remodel. But then you don’t have that awesome yard.
I don’t know. I’m vexed, folks.
This is, by far, the most “me” house we’ve seen… and frankly, it would be like me to live in a house with no closets… but I don’t know.
To me, it seems like the trade off either has to be “needs some renovation–cheap price” or “more money than you wanted to spend–won’t need anything for a while”.
So, there’s that. I wish the folks I’ve come to depend on to put on their tool belts and their wrinkled- browed faces of scrutiny were in town and could drive by and say “Oh, hey, B., yeah, we could totally make that work” or “Oh, no, just no.”