Huh...

So yesterday morning we went over to look at a prospective house. Let’s just say first impressions can leave a bad taste in your mouth… literally.

Okay, so the layout is almost exactly like my sister’s house except this one has a vaulted ceiling and bay window in the living room. The downside to this is the super small rooms, especially master bedroom. I don’t even know if we can physically fit our queen size bed into it, let alone the dresser. I somehow think my partner thought moving into a newer house would mean more open living spaces with bigger bedrooms. Sadly that is not the case with this place and his disappointment was apparent. The upside is the double car garage for lots of storage!

But here is the thing we have to keep in mind, it is temporary. While I think we were looking for a place to stay in for a couple years, the fact of the matter is that it may only be a year depending on a multitude of factors, the major one being that the landlord may decide to move back in. Hence why we told him we’d like a contract for a one year lease and month to month after that. He was fairly receptive to the idea and had already planned on getting the legal paperwork since we would be his first real tenants outside of the friends who were currently living there.

Let me tell you what. It is difficult to imagine living someplace when there is so much other people’s stuff in a house. And I’m sorry, but is it necessary to make an entire wall in the living room, and not just any wall but the vaulted ceiling portion that goes up fourteen feet high by twelve feet wide of nothing but Nascar posters and memorabilia and Dale Earnhardt (not Jr.) all over it? And baby-shit orange paint in the kitchen? Really? What the hell? Thank God we can paint. My concern is the ass-nasty carpet. At least my sister’s house has laminate flooring throughout, but this carpet is grungy and gross and has holes and missing sections. And also, he pointed out and we couldn’t help but notice, his ex-wife and stepson apparently had a violent streak and took it out on the doors. As in holes punched into a few of them. What the hell? Grrr...

Okay, so now that all that is off my chest, here’s the deal. We’re going to see if we can take part of our first and last month rents and replace the carpet and broken doors. If he is not up to that then we will simply have to make do with cleaning the carpet and figuring something else out for the doors, which may mean replacing them out of pocket while we’re living there. And hey, it’s only temporary… and we get to keep the chickens.