Closing on a foreclosed home ended up being one of the easiest parts of this whole journey.
There were virtually no glitches, negotiations, and in the end no troubles or surprises.
And for a few short weeks, aside from ongoing showings at the city house, all was quiet and we enjoyed the naive rest that precedes a whole house demolition, rebuild, and surprise love affair with a lifestyle that we never intended.
We planned, we dreamed, we waited.
And on November 13, 2009 we bought the farm.
Kind of a package deal, we bought the standing water in the house, the urine soaked carpet, the breathtakingly ugly woodwork and trim, the mold and mildew, and the gaping holes in the roof as well.
If that sounds bad to you, multiply it by...maybe a million?
In fact, it was so bad when a family member who we love and trust very much toured our dream home (before we closed), for the first time, she called her husband and asked him to stop us - from what she saw (and to be fair it was a horror show), we were in way over our heads.
Lucky for you the pictures can only tell part of the story.
Our noses will never forget the rest.