You may remember back in January I blogged about several goals. Some related to running while others to health, family, and life in general.
If you care to refresh your memory of my haphazard new year’s resolution musings feel free. 🙂
Anyhow, you perhaps recall one of my goals was a new house.
To save you from clicking back, per my January blog:
“ New House
Yup, we need a new house. Our current home is more of a starter fixer-upper. We aren’t in a location zoned to have any animals or additional buildings.
Also. We currently have a hole in our living room floor. Our bathroom is missing one wall. Our shower curtain is held up by branches we cut from the woods. House project in progress.
It makes a good story, and when we’re older I know we will really look back and laugh about some of the details of our first house.
But at the moment, we need a change. We’ve decided it isn’t practical for us to pour money into our house, and we also need to have a true farm place where we can start housing a few of our own animals and have some land.
We’ve done a lot of house hunting in 2011, and I really hope 2012 is the year we get settled under a new roof!”
And this is still true. Our home is still in disrepair, and we’ve invested a lot of time and energy into house/farm hunting in 2012. We had one near-miss and several other options we’d pondered.
Looking for a house in the country, somewhere close to a specific farm, near crop land that may come for sale in the foreseeable future, that’s in a modest price range… Well, it’s a rather daunting task. You can’t be as picky about things like an attached garage or dishwasher, and the reality is you may be lucky to buy something that doesn’t need the lead paint removed and a new septic system.
Just as I’d resigned myself to the likelihood of spending another winter in our house, a crazy thing happened.
We went to an auction.
It wasn’t a foreclosure or anything, it was just a lady wanting to sell a ton of antiques, junk, and stuff. Stuff including her farm place that had been listed with realtors on and off for way above what we wanted to spend.
Long story short, we’d missed the preview dates and didn’t even see the inside until we talked to multiple staff who finally confirmed us as “qualified buyers” and unlocked the door.
I guess I understand having the house locked due to all the people milling around the auction, but you’d think they could make it a little easier for prospective buyers to gain entry.
We knew the place might go cheap — the housing market isn’t booming anywhere lately — and low interest rates make it an enticing time to buy.
We talked it over for 5 minutes, decided on a price we wouldn’t go above, and threw up our bidding number as things went along.
My heart was thundering like a war drum, and I could hardly believe it when the auctioneer looked at us and said “Sold.”
Buying a house at auction is a weird, weird feeling. You don’t wake up that morning thinking you’re about to do so, but maybe it was the push we needed to make this major change.
10+ signatures and one big deposit check later, we drove off with big news for our family and friends.
Excitement, disbelief, worry.
These are all still going through my brain. If we’d tried to pick a more busy time to buy a house I don’t think we could have. We’re sorting through paperwork and working to close in about a month.
I hope it will be a good home, and the 7.5 acres with a small barn and pasture should allow at least a few animals to take up residence.
It’s less than 5 miles from the dairy farm, and we’ll have a big deck, flower and garden space galore, and a lovely weeping willow in the yard.
While not exactly a palace, the 1970’s era house does have an attached garage, wood burning fireplace, and some sweet shag carpet (whose days are numbered…)
I feel like older houses (i.e. turn of the 20th century) have so much more character, but character can come with expensive maintenance. Hopefully this place doesn’t bring any unwelcome surprises, as most of the major things were guaranteed in good repair at purchase.
Right or wrong, we’ve made a big leap, and I think God provided the means and guts for us to do it. Most major decisions aren’t easy, but I do know one thing for certain.
I won’t miss having a hole in my living room floor. 🙂