It is really no secret that I am not a fan of old houses. (I'm pretty sure I complained enough about it when I was moving, yes?) And while some people would adore to live in a charming, character-filled, and possibly haunted, old house I have never had that particular desire.
But it's surprising how quickly one can acclimate. Even when one was absolutely positive that one would undoubtedly die if one was forced to live here even for one second. It has been 8 weeks since I moved here, and I am not even slightly dead. AND, I sort of, almost, semi like-ish my house a little bit. Maybe. EVEN THOUGH IT'S OLD.
The vents don't even seem as scary now. Sometimes.
And we sprayed for spiders.
But here's the thing - someday we need to eventually BUY a house. Like real grown-ups do. Our landlord is also a real estate agent and upon hearing that we want to someday eventually buy a house took us to see two properties today. And then said he'd call in the afternoon to see if we wanted to put in a offer. And then we said, "WOAH NELLY, we are not putting in an offer on anything today."
Because do we really even want to buy a house?!
And also, if we want to live anywhere near Husband's office (seeing as we're also mostly opposed to things like gas guzzling commutes so we kind of want to stay near Husband's office) we will have to buy an OLD HOUSE. Because that is all that's here. It is ALL old. (And probably haunted like old houses tend to be.)
The ultimate plan, which I concocted in my head with the help of my highly imaginative and illogical brain faeries, is to buy a fixer upper-type house that we can renovate, add onto, and COMPLETELY CHANGE (and all this changing would happen in under 2 years, says the faeries). And, as I am now discovering, old houses are perfect for this whole change completely thing. And there are plenty of fixer-uppers around here with "amazing potential".
It would be like turning this:
It would be totally amazing because my brain faeries are geniuses.
But still, do we really want to buy a house?!
And do I really want to worry about remodeling said house?!
The handy with power tools thing is not a strong suit here. Plus also, it takes that green paper stuff that has dead president's heads on it (I'm not really quite sure what it's called, because it's been so long since I've seen some). And I highly doubt we'll be having very much of that green paper stuff because HOLY SULFUR BOMBS, houses are expensive.
You can still be a real adult if you live in rentals for the rest of your life, right?