I dreamed about this day when I was little. Yes, some girls dream about Prince Charming and dressing up for their senior prom... Not me, I dreamed about owning my own house. Well, I take that back, if I'm going to be completely honest with you I dreamed about Prince Charming, but my handsome Prince had a tool belt and paint smears on his carpenter jeans. My dream guy would be able to get down and dirty on house projects and he would be right there beside me, working on the house of our dreams.
I should also clarify that I didn't ever want the typical "American Dream" house. No, I didn't want the perfect-suburban-new-construction-never-needed-anything-keeping-up-with-the-Jones' kind of house. I wanted a house that needed work. Lots of work. I wanted to find a house that I could sink my highly *un*skilled hands into. Yeah, I might have been an idiot with unrealistic dreams, but I knew what I wanted and I was willing to put in the work to get it.
When my husband and I married we went right to work trying to find a house. I kid you not. We really did go right to work trying to buys a house. But, there were always things in the way of purchasing a house. We found quite a few great houses that we loved. One of the very first houses we looked at wayyyyyy out in the country (seriously it took 20 minutes to drive there from town and about 40 minutes to drive to work). It was very picturesque.
The property and views for the first house we fell in love with. June 2012. |
The first house we fell in love with. Man did that thing need work. |
What I imagined the front to look like. |
What I imagined the street-side to look like. |
But what we didn't realize was that there were two other major details that needed immediate addressing: the suicide french doors on the second floor (which my husband and I could both see our 2 children accidentally falling out of) it also needed electricity (yes, apparently there was some kind of issue where the house had been set up on a temporary electrical system due to the Sump-Pump in the crawl space, but it wasn't actually connected to the grid in any official way). These two issues were the downfall of our dreams and made buying this Fixer Upper come to a screeching hault. After a handful of trips out to the house and about a month of working on finalizing the process, the loan fell through. Apparently you have to actually be able to LIVE in the house in order to get a loan for it.
We were pretty crushed, but we knew deep down that deep down there must be a reason that this house wasn't going to be ours. This problem isn't uncommon to home buyers looking in the Fixer Upper market. Please share your experiences in the comments!
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