What a Difference a Year Makes...Happy Feet Here I Come

Just as NaBloPoMo time of year rolls back around, so does my Tenure at the Happy Feet Kiosk. In a meeting yesterday with Mr. Feet himself it was confirmed...they want me back, they really want me back!

One year ago I was nestled snuggly in a beautiful two story, 1600 sqft. home, more room than any two human beings could use in a month, the bliss of suburbia just outside my 300 sqft. office window, (the office, not the window) full size washer/dryer combo in use daily, automatic dishwasher with which I used those cute little pillows of concentrated detergent smelling sweetly of apple pie, watching Autumn carry her colors brilliantly though my viewfinder...and I was bitching about SOMETHING.

One year later, unable to purchase the above dream home, I opted to buy in the same housing edition. Being the meteor magnet that I am, the home has officially been deemed "Unsafe for inhabitation" by Community Action Agency after six weeks, and so much money spent, I have to choke back the bile. But by God I own a house!

One year later Mer-Boy and I are living in a 500 sqft., one room pool house, (I'm going to quit calling it a Cabana for the Winter) where the list of amenities includes a microwave and toaster oven. We share the bed, which is about to drive me bonkers. And before I start bitching again...let me be grateful there is a roof over our heads, lest I be NaBloPoMo-ing from a mission this time next year.

I'm going to at least have to get cable out here.

Comments

[Jonathan]

I think everybody who owns a house has a story to tell about the hidden horrors they have uncovered after completion.

Like our flat roof that was put on backwards - so it catches water in every seam. Or the letterbox sized hole I discovered under the wallpaper in one of the walls. Or the "special" door locks all around the house that don't fit. Or the live electricity cable hanging from the kitchen wall. Or the live cables hanging from what used to be light sockets in the lounge. Or the floorboards in one of the bedrooms that had no nails in at all. Or the strip light nailed to the wall of the study, attached to the ring main cable.

The prize winner? The safe we still have in the base of the chimney, rendering the fireplace completely unuseable. We will have to rip the bricks out and re-build the room to remove it.

[Stef]

I clicked on the Community Action Agency link... are they going to help make the house livable? And what will happen to the asshat who sold you that house, knowing it was unsafe?

I'm sorry I'm so full of questions. I've never owned a house either. And, unless my next husband/siginificant other is either rich or has a home of his own, I probably never will.