Back in January 2009, I got a brilliant idea (you'll sense a theme): the next year of my life is going to be crazy busy at work and I'm going to the other side of the planet in July, why don't I try to buy my first house, too? Just because things aren't exciting and stressful enough?
What followed was an insane whirlwind in which I fell in love with the second house I saw, and somehow, come April, I was a first time homeowner. And yes, I was still flying to the other side of the planet in July and yes, work was still insane.
This house...
Oh, there were issues. It needed a new roof about a decade ago (got one before closing.)
The back deck was...well, it scared me.
I don't think a single interior door shuts and latches.
The refinishing job on the floors is...interesting. But the floors are in moderately ok shape and so pretty. Even if the stain is uneven in places and top coat sloshed on the baseboards.
And then there is the thing that eventually made me start this, the banister with 80 years of paint topped with a latex paint applied without primer. As is all the trim. Peels if you look at it funny. Or if your psycho kitten (named Loki) decides to try to scramble up the banister.
Well, that's a start. I'll blather on later on how much I love the neighborhood, the Snowmaggedapocalypse of 2010 and how every project starts with WHAT THE HELL WAS I THINKING?!
Or IT COST HOW MUCH?!
But I have a fabulous deck now, I no longer lock my basement door with a shotbolt, I know baths cause rain on the first floor, a stormdoor solved my leak in the kitchen, and I love lavender and seafoam green bathrooms. And radiators, noisy though they be, rock.
