What A Long Strange Trip It's Been
Jul. 19th, 2018 02:36 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
messygorgeousMy husband accidentally sold our house in November.
One of his coworkers used Offerpad to sell his place and made some decent money. On a whim, my man started an account and plugged in all our house info, really just fishing to see what they might offer us.
Within 24 hours they responded and said they'd pay us a decent amount for our home, as is, and we wouldn't have to go through the hassle of listing it and letting strangers tromp through our bathroom! Also, they'd give us some cash to hire movers AND we got to pick the closing date...and they needed our response in THREE days.
Now, we have been mulling over moving for a few years. Top reasons are that:
1. The way the local school system is districted, we live 25 minutes from the kids' school and that is a PAIN because they are in band and chorus and yearbook and track... we spend way too much time driving them around, OH! And, because of the distance the damn bus always gets them there late - Seriously? The public school's own bus system can't even get them there in a timely manner?
2. We live in a small-ish town. One end of the the county is still the suburbs of Atlanta and the other end is the foothills of the Appalachians. There are some white trashy folks here and the queen of trash and her six kids - only two are illegitimate! - and her boyfriend - who she was cheating on her husband with - and their yard full of old cars and red Solo cups and fireworks and sunburned beer bellies and parties on Tuesday nights that end in screaming and calling the cops on themselves...these people live across the street from me and we have dealt with the redneckery for seven years. Enough is enough.
3. Our house is now 20 years old. The hardwood floors need resurfacing and the vinyl siding should be replaced and the window and door frames have some water damage. It is time to either take care of this business or bounce.
We decided to bounce. Signed the papers and started looking at houses the week before Christmas.
After searching unsuccessfully for 10 weeks in the dead of winter we visited a model home in a neighborhood four minutes from the kids school, absolutely loved it and decided to build.
I thought "This is going to be a blast! I get to pick everything!!"
I was bat-shit crazy too.
Our contractor, who we selected because he builds these gorgeous, solid homes, is also one of the biggest asshats I've ever met.
Our real estate agent politely says things like "That Don, he's a real piece of work." And "Don ought to just build houses and sell them when they are done because he really doesn't know how to talk to people."
I'll probably have to share some other stories about this building process, like how Don ruined Mother's Day and how he tried TWICE to cancel the contract on us because, Jesus Christ, the man has given me PTSD.
Building a house while working 40 hours a week, and being a mom and there was one wedding - expected and one funeral - unexpected - and a dog bite that was harmless and a cat bite that led to me going through rabies treatments...it's just been one hell of a year.
BUT! (Knock on wood!) The end is in sight. In the morning my husband (I need to find a good alias for him) goes to sign off on our current home and hand it over to Offerpad. Y'all feel free to say a prayer, send some positive vibes out into the universe that it all goes smoothly! And on Friday we close on our new house. We have to be gone by next Monday.
The movers arrive Saturday morning!! Aaahhh!!!!
A new chapter is damn close to beginning.
One of his coworkers used Offerpad to sell his place and made some decent money. On a whim, my man started an account and plugged in all our house info, really just fishing to see what they might offer us.
Within 24 hours they responded and said they'd pay us a decent amount for our home, as is, and we wouldn't have to go through the hassle of listing it and letting strangers tromp through our bathroom! Also, they'd give us some cash to hire movers AND we got to pick the closing date...and they needed our response in THREE days.
Now, we have been mulling over moving for a few years. Top reasons are that:
1. The way the local school system is districted, we live 25 minutes from the kids' school and that is a PAIN because they are in band and chorus and yearbook and track... we spend way too much time driving them around, OH! And, because of the distance the damn bus always gets them there late - Seriously? The public school's own bus system can't even get them there in a timely manner?
2. We live in a small-ish town. One end of the the county is still the suburbs of Atlanta and the other end is the foothills of the Appalachians. There are some white trashy folks here and the queen of trash and her six kids - only two are illegitimate! - and her boyfriend - who she was cheating on her husband with - and their yard full of old cars and red Solo cups and fireworks and sunburned beer bellies and parties on Tuesday nights that end in screaming and calling the cops on themselves...these people live across the street from me and we have dealt with the redneckery for seven years. Enough is enough.
3. Our house is now 20 years old. The hardwood floors need resurfacing and the vinyl siding should be replaced and the window and door frames have some water damage. It is time to either take care of this business or bounce.
We decided to bounce. Signed the papers and started looking at houses the week before Christmas.
After searching unsuccessfully for 10 weeks in the dead of winter we visited a model home in a neighborhood four minutes from the kids school, absolutely loved it and decided to build.
I thought "This is going to be a blast! I get to pick everything!!"
I was bat-shit crazy too.
Our contractor, who we selected because he builds these gorgeous, solid homes, is also one of the biggest asshats I've ever met.
Our real estate agent politely says things like "That Don, he's a real piece of work." And "Don ought to just build houses and sell them when they are done because he really doesn't know how to talk to people."
I'll probably have to share some other stories about this building process, like how Don ruined Mother's Day and how he tried TWICE to cancel the contract on us because, Jesus Christ, the man has given me PTSD.
Building a house while working 40 hours a week, and being a mom and there was one wedding - expected and one funeral - unexpected - and a dog bite that was harmless and a cat bite that led to me going through rabies treatments...it's just been one hell of a year.
BUT! (Knock on wood!) The end is in sight. In the morning my husband (I need to find a good alias for him) goes to sign off on our current home and hand it over to Offerpad. Y'all feel free to say a prayer, send some positive vibes out into the universe that it all goes smoothly! And on Friday we close on our new house. We have to be gone by next Monday.
The movers arrive Saturday morning!! Aaahhh!!!!
A new chapter is damn close to beginning.
