This house, built in 1925, was being sold "as is" which is slightly terrifying. Great... as what? What is hiding here? I lied- at times it was and is extremely terrifying, but in a sort of fun way that is hard to explain. So like any smart human interested in buying a house, I had an inspection. An inspection that revealed mold and termites and rotted wood. I loved the inspector and hung out with him during the inspection as he walked me through everything, explaining why everything was terrible. Still, I felt like this was where I was meant to be. If I didn't buy this house I would one day regret it. I had the most fun that day. I mean, who does that- has fun at their home inspection? And when that inspector and I went our separate ways, he wished me luck. He also left me with, "Don't let this overwhelm you."
My contractor is extremely positive. "Anything can be fixed," he likes to say. True. Let me go prune my money tree. But really, positivity goes so far here. I can't stand to hear anything negative. I can hear reality all day long but there's a difference between reality and negativity. I know it can be fixed and I know it will be great. Doubters need to just move on to something else they will doubt. These people will never be at a loss with negative findings in life. I have no place for them in mine.
I met the Mayor of Ball Ground at my closing. He was the power of attorney and I learned a great deal about the house I was buying. It was his grandparents house. He also noted he didn't care for metal roofs. And then I told him I was getting a charcoal metal roof put on. Luckily this is all happening before any city ordinances are in place. We laughed. I think?
I had to go in person to get the water bill put in my name. From the house I could walk to the Post Office and City Hall if I wanted to. When I walked into City Hall, I was greeted and asked for my new address. A man nearby, on his way out, interrupted, "That's Judson's old place, idn't it?"
"Oh yes! It is!" I answered.
"I'm headed there right now to check the reading."
How funny. I think I've always wanted this- the small town feel.
Everyone I've met has offered suggestions and I honestly appreciate any advice I can get because sometimes I feel like I'm floating through life in a fun little bubble, sometimes not knowing where I'll drift to next. I love all the encouragement and positivity. Life should be only that.
Don't let this overwhelm you.
Anything can be fixed.
And all that is true.
Now, let's talk kitchen talk! It's just too much fun to walk in and see walls coming down!