Through the years, we’ve looked at lots of homes for sale — either in real life or on the internet and I don’t think we’ve ever come across any place where we’ve had such a hard time finding a house. There is absolutely nothing that will work for us to buy right now and the rentals we had seen were not working. You can’t believe some of the crazy ideas we’ve discussed trying to make something work.
Someone told Vince about a realtor who was good with finding building sites so Vince called them, explained our problem with trying to find a place to live and within an hour, they put us in touch with someone who has rental property and has a house available June 1. I had so not wanted to have to move twice but realizing we just aren’t going to find a house to buy right now, renting is about the only option we have left. The house is a good bit smaller . . ok . . let’s be real honest . . it’s about half the size we had hoped to find but desperation was setting in and it was just to rent . . not to buy. It’s on a nice street, with newer homes. It’s fairly new (built in 2005 I think) and has a garage and a fenced yard. I googled the address and found some inside pictures from when it was for sale about 3 years ago. I could live there temporarily.
We met the rental agency guy there. We drove up and the weeds in the yard were about 2 feet tall. Where’s that red tag guy when you really need him?
We walked into that house and all I could do was keep saying to myself . . Do not throw up! Do not throw up! The smell was beyond disgusting. The dirt was probably worse than you’d find in any house you’ve ever seen. The bathrooms . . you do not want to know!
I was trying to be a brave little trooper. The agency guy kept saying . . we’ll clean it up. I was thinking . . I hope you can perform miracles! I was looking at Vince for some kind of reinforcement and he was saying . . They can clean it up! By now, I was saying to myself . . Do not throw up. Do not cry! I made it out the door but then the flood gates opened and I was crying. I could not see myself ever living in that house. Vince told the guy we would get back with him. We raced back to the hotel and Vince showered before going back to work. Last night, even after a second shower, he said he could still smell that house. We still haven’t ruled it out . . so says Vince.
When I say we’re having no luck finding anything . . I think it’s worse than having no luck. I do not know what we’re going to do. I want to put an ad in the paper that says “WE NEED A HOME!” and list what we must have and then just put an email address for responses. Vince said no. I think I’ll go down to the front desk and ask if the hotel has a monthly rate . . one room for me and one room for my longarm! 🙂