So I ended up getting a roommate. People kept asking me if I was going too- So I did. She moved in a few Saturdays ago. She’s very sweet. Enjoys the outdoors, has the same taste in shoes as I do, has a bit of a nipping problem – but we’re working on that. She also pays her rent in licks and kisses! Without further ado meet Duchess.
There was a lot to be done to my house. So before closing I started to brainstorm exactly what I wanted out of my house and I came up with Phases. To date there are six of them. My plan was to make sure I knew all my long term goals so I didn’t make any changes I would regret later down the road.
Home Inspections- they are not particularly enjoyable for either the seller or buyer. A person comes and walks around the house and tells you every little thing wrong with it. My house was 150 years old there was going to be a lot wrong… Knob and Tube wiring, Broken Tub Faucet, Sub Par Roofing – Fun stuff. None of those were truly a concern of mine or came as a surprise. I knew there was Knob and Tube and I knew the house was old. As long as it wasn’t at risk of collapsing I could handle any curve balls thrown my way. That didn’t mean I didn’t have any worries. In fact this was a very real conversation I had with the inspector.
“So just so you know, if while you’re looking around you find a dead creature or something, you should probably tell someone. But not me – I don’t want to know, but you should tell someone. Just not me. Thanks.”
I should probably start with a little backstory to how I came to be in my early-late-twenties with an old farmhouse. I wish it was an exciting story filled with romance, adventures, ups and down, twists and turns – but alas it’s not. I should start out this story with telling you a bit about myself. First, my name is Katie.
Secondly, I’m usually really good at knowing what I want. In fact, once I figure out what I want there is usually little that can stand in my way of getting it. However, 2 years ago when I moved back in with my parents (or my middle age roommates as I sometimes think of them) I had no idea what I wanted, except a place of my own someday.