Amazingly, after all these weeks and all the drama, I finally closed on the house on Friday the 16th. I went to the house directly after close and that's when it hit me. I started shaking and I haven't stopped...buyer's remorse has set in. This house has tons of potential and when going through the incredibly long purchase process, that was all I could see. Now, however, the rose-colored glasses have been ripped off and I see it for what it is right now- an old, musty house with termites, holes in the walls, a heating system that's only half working, floors that need to be jacked up, squirrels in the attic, mold...the list goes on.
It's cold, dreary and depressing. What happened to the sunny, warm place that I thought would be a good home for me and a future child? Maybe my feelings are being influenced by the fact that the weather has changed from summer to fall since I last saw it. Or that it appears the costs to repair are going to be much more than I anticipated. Or perhaps I'm just scared and intimidated by all the work involved. Whatever the cause, I've got to get over it and get down to work. Because the rational side of me recognizes that the potential is still there. It's just buried very deep under all the dirt!
Jun 2018 This and That
7 years ago
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