Aaron and I have been casually looking for a house for about 5 months now. Our apartment is fantastic, great location, cheap rent and tons of space. Unfortunately, not quite enough space for us anymore. He
screen prints t-shirts and baby onesies and I
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the dog would probably appreciate a backyard (the cat seems pretty ok with her current situation). Now it doesn't help that we decided to start looking when winter hit (slim pickings) and with wanting to stay in the city, we face the challenge of a ton of the houses being broken up into apartments. But, we've still found some to look at. Yesterday we went and checked out a place within walking distance to where we live now. Single family, 1900 square feet, asking price: $84, 900. Here's the pictures that made us call our realtor on a Sunday night in an excited panic:
All the light, all the detail, all the hardwood floors! Get us in there! And get us in she did indeed. The first 3 rooms definitely did not disappoint. However, while waiting for our realtor to arrive we started taking a peek around the outside of the house and found this:
"Well, ok," we thought, "Let's give it the benefit of the doubt. Maybe it just looks really bad on the outside and once we get in the basement it will all be alright." Although, neither one of us really believed it having had a bad experience with foundations and house hunting a couple months ago (we were under contract and ready to go and then BAM! Home inspection from hell).
Alas. Here's what the basement turned up for us:
And in case you can't spot it in that picture, the wall was also bowing in pretty badly. Here's a picture of me standing along side the wall, looking down the length of it.
Along with a variety of other issues (majority of the windows were cracked, water damage on the dining room ceiling from the bathroom upstairs, teeny bedrooms, etc), this pretty much sealed the deal for us. Goodbye, beautiful wooden pocket doors and wooden staircase.
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