Home Sweet Home

Home Sweet Home

3 years ago I quit a job.

2 years ago I had a baby.

1 year ago I bought a house.

I looked for 18 months.  I spent  time each morning looking at my saved searches on Realtor.com.  I looked in the mountains for greater than 5 acres under $30K, and I searched the nearest town for any house under $30K.   Most days I felt my chances were pretty slim.  I had very limited funds to work with; what was left of my 401k and a little help from my family.

I had a wonderful real estate agent.  I know I must have entertained him on some level , because he was willing to meet me out in some pretty remote areas and drive down roads that we weren’t always sure we could get out of.

Ultimately, one morning I saw this house.  It was in town, and it was the top end of my price range.  I called Bill (the agent).  The only photos available were exterior.  It looked a little run down, but not beyond reason.  I thought at that price it must have been gutted by fire.  The sellers were recommending the house be scraped and something else built on the land.  If it wasn’t what I was looking for, at least it would be an adventure!

I showed up in pants and boots, with gloves and goggles and a mask.  I left the 17 year old watching the 1 year old in the car.  Bill and I entered cautiously looking around to make sure the ceiling wasn’t going to cave in.  We stepped onto a solid floor.  It was intact; filthy but intact.  There was water damage on the kitchen ceiling, but the roof had been replaced on the house.  There was evidence of rodents on the counters and inside the open refrigerator.  And the oven.

Kitchen

The bold patterns and colors changed from room to room, but you could tell that harvest gold was the height of style when the last layer was applied.  The bathroom was off the kitchen.  It had what appeared to be a free standing bathtub.  It had, however, been boxed in with plywood.  An old cracked vinyl toilet seat in harvest gold exposed its stuffing.  There were layers of rust and stains, and what I will forever tell myself was just hard water.

Bathroom

The carpet was matted and in clearly worn paths and the windows were cracked and “patched” in places.  The upstairs hadn’t been touched in thirty years.  There were local newspapers from the early 80’s on the floor.  Every step sent up a plume of dust.

Dining Room

It was perfect.

The roof was intact.  The water and the power worked.  Structurally it was sound.  It was on a large lot – over 9000 square feet!

I was the first offer, and I didn’t haggle.  The deal closed a month later. The good ol’ boy realtor was sitting across the table with the former owner, an 85 year old bachelor.  Who was going to do the work on the house?  Me, of course.  They laughed.

I didn’t care.  I am now the proud owner of a hundred year old house with a mortgage payment less than the rent on my very first apartment.  It’s hard to imagine that was 20 years ago.  Life is good. 

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Poet, Artist, Writer, Novelist, Photographer, Mommy, Domestic Partner, Tender of the Earth, and Conduit of Love and Abundance Come like me on Facebook www.facebook.com/lovesashalynn

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7 comments on “Home Sweet Home
  1. Kelly Day says:

    wow! we have even more in common than I knew! Love your house!!!

  2. jcompwiz says:

    I can’t wait to see how you transform this place. I can’t wait until it’s completely filled with your energy and your love and all the things about you that I adore. Congratulations, sweet heart!

    • Sasha Lynn says:

      I’ve been working on it for nearly a year now, with help from my partner, of course. I’ll be posting stories and pictures on the work we’ve done. Can’t wait to share! ❤

  3. sjcourchesne says:

    Few people can see the promise in such a place; kudos to you! I look forward to watching the progress. Thanks for stopping by my blog as well!

  4. amishcreekjoe says:

    Yes! What an encouragement to read this post. There are others like us out there!
    I’ll be following you and your partner and wishing you the best along the way.
    Love the house!

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