Some of you may remember a little while ago, I said something to the effect of buying the “rattiest shit hole” house I could find.
Today, I entered into a contract to purchase a 117 year old house.
Unless the home inspectors give me a good reason to abort, this will be home.
It needs a lot of work, and I don’t even think I own a hammer at the moment.
When I got done signing the papers, and put down my pen, my Realtor told me that he “admired my sense of adventure”. Probably not a good sign…
On the bright side, I’ll be 9 miles from work, 4 miles from downtown, and 1 mile from Moe’s bar.
I ultimately got out of this contract due to an over abundance of termites in the woodwork.