Houses

There is a house "in town" that I drive by to get to a friends house or to the bank. It is near the college campus (well the one in town, obviously not the one I went to). There are actually a lot of homes on this street, go figure. But... only two of them are for sell, and only one of them was actually listed. Its been listed for a while. Maybe a month or two? Or longer? I mean... I wasn't really looking so I wasn't paying attention. Until a few days ago. Christmas Eve Eve if you will, or the 23. I called up the agent. I just HAD to see this house. I had husband talked into seeing it right then and there. But the agent was gone so they put me in contact with another. Well short story shorter... the house is under contract and I can't see it. Well this gets me on a kick to see other houses. So there are other houses in the area, not really on the street, that are for sell. Maybe just maybe they are as good as 417 (the original house). Then I find "Morgan" or 18 Morgan to be specific. I call the next day get a different person and find out that  it is under contract also. Two houses, two appointments, and two contracts.

This got me mini obsessed for about 2 days. All I could think to do was find an amazing Victorian to move into. Why move  you ask? No idea. Dislike the house? Dislike all the major work we have to do to make it amazing. Completely redoing the walls in 417 didn't sound so bad neither did ripping out the pink carpet in Morgan... but adding a deck, updating the siding, redoing both bathrooms and a kitchen, and deciding on flooring seems horrible here. Maybe because we talked about how "easy" it would be two years ago, yet now we are still living in what looks like the same house except missing blue wall paper  and some ugly paneling.

This house is a reality. This house actually takes work and money. In this house I can see every day my laziness. This house could be amazing... if I worked on it. But I don't so it doesn't. Saying "417 only needs new walls, floors stripped, and everything painted" sounds so simple. But I can't hang dry wall, mud, or paint very well. Stripping original floors would be left up to a professional and the ONE room husband has left me to paint has about 3 different textures to it now because of my "painting skills". So why move and get more work?