Final Walk Through

Today I had my final walkthrough of the house. All in all, I've only been inside this house 3 times, so I was scared I'd go in today and totally hate it. The kitchen needs an update and the living room has some weird architectural features. But I actually liked it MORE because all the bulky, dark furniture the previous tenant had was out and I could really see the space.

And I guess the kitchen isn't quite as hideous as I remember. But more likely I'm suffering from cute child syndrome - you know, how everybody thinks their kid is cute because it's THEIR kid. I guess my kitchen is my ugly kid that probably won't get asked to the prom, but I love him anyway because I see the man I hope he'll grow up to be.

After my walkthrough, I talked to the general contractor who was there doing all my required termite damage repairs (removing the dry rot damaged posts from the porch, fixing the eaves, replacing some wood in the garage and on a window frame). He was nice and made me feel good about my purchase. He said the interior of the house was really clean and it had been well taken care of and he'd been impressed when he walked through earlier. And that the unpermitted add-on half bath in my garage (wtf, right?) was done properly. Nice to hear that from someone who spends all day on houses. Plus he has an inexpensive plant guy who can remove the huge, bulky Juniper that's blocking the front of my house. Maybe in a couple months when I have cash again... Or Stephen and I can just take a chainsaw to it and see how we do. That's not dangerous, right? You think I'm joking, but as I was driving back home today I was honestly trying to figure out how to cut it down. Probably saw off bits and pieces of branch at a time.

I also pulled up a few corners of the carpet that covers the combo living/dining area and the hallway. There's hardwood under there and I'm praying that it's not totally wrecked. The corners looked pretty good, just need a little polish to clean them up. But I'm afriad there might be pet stains in the middle of the room. But that's what area rugs are for, I suppose.

Escrow called me this afternoon asking for $600 more dollars. Back off of my savings account people, you've already raped and pilaged it you dirty pirates!

Thanks to Adam letting me raid his garage, I'm now set with painting supplies. Now I just need to buy paint and recruit a couple people for a painting party. I also borrowed a few tools from Adam to supplement the 3 screwdrivers, 1 hammer, and 1 wrench that have gotten me through the last 8 years of rentals. Over to Sara's house tomorrow to borrow her cordless drill.