For those of you following the saga, our bathroom is still technically nonexistent. Sharing a bathroom with T-man has gone relatively smoothly and, frankly, it’s far neater in there than the other option available so I’ll take it and count my blessings. Still – and it’s not an insignificant “still” – juggling shower time with a 13-year-old (and BrightSide, too, ‘cuz fun times) is a delicate dance.
To say I’m looking forward to the day when I have both my own commode and shower is an understatement akin to “Gee, this water coming out of my kitchen faucet sure is handy.”
Don’t get me wrong, I did a big old happy dance when we turned the corner. All mold, mildew, and subpar materials (which is an entirely different story) have been ripped out and removed from our house. There was an uncomfortable stretch in there with exposed insulation but now we have actual walls up and tile down. I can walk through to my closet without feeling like I’m inhaling heaven-knows-what, and now there are real shower parts being installed and oh my God I think I see a light at the end of the tunnel here.
Which is not to say that the bathroom hasn’t swallowed our checkbook, and it was a surprise banquet to boot. Though I guess no one ever really plans to find out their bathroom floor is killing them slowly. At any rate, it made me think about all the terrifying overwhelming exhilarating adventures in home ownership, so for any of you thinking about dropping a down payment on property with an inhabitable structure…
** Sometimes shit breaks. Big shit. Like the air conditioning when it’s 98 degrees outside. Or pipes on the second floor, flooding a light fixture in the downstairs hallway. Roof shingles blow off, the refrigerator dies, or your kid drives the riding mower into your fence. My main point being it’s always out of left field, and unless you’re rolling in the benjamins then you’d better have some money socked away.
** People will talk like you know big time stuff. Stuff like fixed versus variable mortgage rates, HVAC systems, load bearing walls, homeowner’s insurance, and property taxes. Google is your friend.
** You’ll discover a very special organization called the HOA. Otherwise known as the Home Owner’s Association. Many neighborhoods have them; many of those have that one nosy neighbor who makes the rounds, reporting “violations” to the board. You bought the land, you bought the house, so you figure you have the right to put a gardening shed in the backyard? Turns out that might not actually be the case. Surprise.
Just a few things to think about while your real estate agent is scouting locations. Meanwhile, I’ll just be sitting around over here, dreaming of installed sinks and new shower heads.
This is why I’ve not redone my kitchen. By the time I redo my kitchen, thinkin I need about $5k, this house will be over 100 years old and you know they’re gonna find stuff and it’ll be $15k. So nope, until somethin terrible happens or I’m rollin in the benjamins, LURVE MY OLD KITCHEN! lol
Sorry about yer mold, though, still.
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SO grateful to have it gone. Also can’t help wondering how long I’ve been breathing that crap in…
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Oh I know, that’s kinda scary and let’s just hope and pray it wasn’t TOO long.
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I lived once where there was an HOA. Townhouse, so it was to be expected. At least they painted the buildings, but the fences around my patios were my responsibility, and had to meet exacting standards. I also learned the plants I put out between the kitchen door and the patio gate were not acceptable. Say what? They’re green? Now, however, I think I’d be happy living where someone else did the maintenance. That’s called getting old.
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Okay, the plant thing cracks me up. They would have LOVED me — I turn any plant I touch brown. bwahahahaha!
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Your post reminds me to be both excited and worried about a reno we have planned for this coming spring. 🙂
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We’ll just be optimistic that yours runs more smoothly. 😉
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Does anything ever really run smooth 🙂
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I would take the moldy bathroom over a homeowners association, any day of the week. At least mold can be removed.
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Truth.
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I feel your pain, all the joys of home ownership. We had a strong HOA in SC. A new neighbor tried to paint her mail box. No go ! She eventually moved out, started calling it the Stepford Community. There was an architecture board that had to approve play structures…only wood could be used. Mailboxes were standard, black. In the years after Hurricane Hugo, you had to get approval to cut down a tree, which to me, was a good thing. They lost so much foliage from the storm.
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It’s funny, we save all those years to buy a house, but I totally get why older/retired people head back into townhouses or retirement communities. No yards to mow, no maintenance upkeep…
Our mailboxes are plain black, but only from a particular company and they have to be a particular brand and you could have knocked me over with a stick when I found out they cost THREE HUNDRED DOLLARS. Who decided that was a good rule, I wonder.
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HAH! I wanted to pull out the fly-attracting spirea and plant boxwoods. I called it the Stepford Community, too. When we were shopping for homes, I refused any with an HOA. It’s quite hard to do.
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🙂
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I wonder if the HOA is more prominent in the South ? I’ve never encountered them in any other state where we lived. (and there have been many)
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Possibly. Along with the type of neighborhood, I guess. The one we’re in is real focused on presentation – building requirements, no inflatable/above ground pools, etc. Wonder what the meeting was like where they came up with all the guidelines.
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Yep, I wonder about that meeting too. Our community was only 10 yr, old when we arrived, so I’m sure I knew many of them. ???
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I’ve no idea. In the south, I lived on post, which is like HOA amplified by a thousand. Here in Indy, the suburbs are loaded with HOAs. I enjoy my clothesline, airing my rugs out, washing my car in the drive, planting whatever I want wherever I want.
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