Think Good Thoughts Real Estate Wise
Keep your fingers crossed and say a prayer; with all the gods willing and the creek don't rise, I'll own this in three months or thereabouts. →
[More:]I realized that the other teeny house was sort of the me that I want to be: small, self contained, elegant, minimalist, understated. And this house is actually the me I really am: big, loud, quirky, weird as fuck and built by hippies. From the front it looks just like a tiny ugly 1966 brick house. Inside and in the back, it goes on and on, and you can more or less hear the people who lived there saying, "Hey, Charlie's moving in." "Yeah? Okay, let's add another room." And they did. And they painted the concrete basement floors blue and built a workshop onto the back of the garage with secret compartments and they had mirrors and a pirate sign from Tybee Island that says "Leave your booty here!" and a brass plaque on the peculiar glass door at the bottom of the stairs that says "Free Nameplate!" on it and, best of all, huge 70s speakers wired everywhere that they cemented and laboriously nailed with two by fours into place. The carpet must go and so must the strawberries in the kitchen and the yellow stripes in the bathroom and the dog shit on the roof but other than that, I think I can settle in there with my hippie magpie tastes and packrat personality and probably live for the rest of my life. I'm going to fill the playhouse up with giant papier-mache birds.
I talked to the self help credit union and mountain housing and I actually have the money. Yes. And the owner of this house is in bankruptcy court and so I think I'm going to get it for considerably less than it's worth just because it's so damn quirky, nobody else wants it. So please do your bunny mojo, please, because if this falls through too I'm going to be totally bummed.