So, J & I have decided to move out of the small apartment in the large complex we’ve lived in for three years. I’m so sick of this place. Don’t get me wrong, I loved it at first. The rent was cheap, there are two pools, and the unit we rent is a larger one bedroom. Plus, we even got white cabinets instead of the yellow and green seventies style ones.
Recently, however, the place has kind of gone downhill. There have been thefts of car rims, an attempt at getting airbags, and even a break in across the hall from us (in all fairness, the idiots left their door open. That’s just asking for trouble). Plus, we’ve kind of outgrown the place. I don’t think the rug will ever come clean, and I would love to have more than two total rooms.
So, we signed a month to month lease (with a $100/month penalty — Oy), and set out to look for a new place. I won’t bore you with the details of the mortgage seminar that took 3 hours out of our Saturday, for a mortgage we ended up making “too much” too qualify for (HA!), or the fact we’re still not entirely sure where we want to live. But I’m sure things like that will iron out in the end!
We looked at a few open houses, all townhouse style. Most of them were freshly painted, with large closets and neutral rugs. But, they come with condo fees, and a lack of yard. Before settling on a condo, and to appease my
nagging loving mother, we went to look at single families last weekend.
Now, I realize that houses often need work. And that there’s work, and then there’s work. Painting a room is one thing, and replacing a roof is another. And our realtor was kind enough to only show us homes with newer roofs and furnaces, as those are hefty repairs.
Still, I was amazed at what people do to their houses. Most of them were just so outdated, and in dire need of major cosmetic repairs. As in, I couldn’t spend a night in a house with purple walls and purple carpet. Or a bathroom with plastic walls meant to “look like marble.” Yes, repainting a room isn’t a big deal, but ripping up carpet and 50 years of wallpaper while demolishing the kitchen is.
The realtor told us that rehabbing a house and making it our own really strengthens the bond of marriage. He clearly doesn’t know J & I well. When we got home that night we tried to glue a drawer from our dresser back together and ended up getting half the glue on the rug, plus hit a few thumbs with a hammer. I don’t think we’ll be rehabbing anything soon.