our first home, before the fiasco

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about this house, it was the first one that we almost bought, coming this close to actually fully executing a contract.

we found it by chance because it was in the same neighborhood as a much less expensive, but albeit worse condition, house similar in style. what we loved about this house was that it’s kitchen and bathrooms were up-to-date, jacuzzi in the master bathroom, that sort of thing. we were enamored with the neighborhood, a shady and secluded nook just off the highway with only one hard to spot road in and out of it.

unfortunately what we didn’t like about the house was its lack of finished basement (which, considering the steep asking price, was a surprise). in addition, it was a fairly small house, with strained closets in the bedrooms. it was also on the edge of the community that we became enamored with, facing a fairly well hidden but noisy highway.

what killed the deal however was that the seller uprooted trees from the property despite the fact that we had threatened to walk away from the deal. the day after we had signed the contract for the property, i wanted to show the house to a family friend only to find that there were already four mature trees removed and shrubs planted in their place.

in hindsight, it’s been for the best, for the reasons above, and now hopefully we’re buying a much bigger house, almost twice the living space but needing a little bit of work, for much less than what were we willing to pay for this one.

i have to admit though, seeing this house still on the market half a year later… i get all warm and gushy inside.