We sold our house. It actually happened pretty fast, in just under 2 days we went from having it listed, to signing on the dotted line. It was a blur. Somewhere in there, we also bought a house.
The new house is a bit of a…well, interesting purchase. It’s a victorian house. It has poky corners and interesting nooks and all sorts of odd pieces and bits. It also has a driveway that’s so inclined you could use it as a roller coaster and an indoor pool that neither hubby or myself know how to care for.
Buying a house is not for the faint of heart. It’s a daunting task that takes you to many uninhabitable places and puts you face to face with tons of overly cheerful realtors. The experience left me more than a little confused. It’s hard to reconcile someone telling you that a rat-infested house is a great place to ‘build on’ while cockroaches run around your feet.
You do get a house inspector to check over your purchase and, in theory, keep you from buying a dud. Ours was, of course, an odd fellow who seemed more interested in the cats roaming about than any structural issues. So now we have a house that we know is a great place for cats…and has a rather inclined driveway.
Exhaustion and headaches aside, we’ve managed to buy a house and I’m now in the process of explaining the situation to our two fluffy pooches. Ocean is not concerned. She’s excited about the new garden and new smells. River doesn’t like change and is more cautious. He’s reserving judgement until he has spent a couple of days in the new house.
A new house? Does it come with new treats?
Taylor Grace 