At first we looked for rentals only to find we were chasing houses that rented for twice my rather comfortable two-bedroom apartment just to have them rented before we could put in a bid. Then I thought about it. Why pay rent when a mortgage would be a third less?
So we looked for houses. And we found a place in Deer Park, where I lived for about eight years. It was a fixer-upper. A real fixer upper. Requiring a big construction loan. These are not a real estate agent’s favorite loan. They have to wait on general contractors, and this place needs a general contractor.
But my life’s been getting a reboot these past two years, and this has been the capper. I owned a home already, but it’s been leased out and, frankly, is out at the edge of town. Honestly, I’d like to sell it. It’s finally investment property, and frankly, it’s a pain to mind when you don’t even live there. I’m trying to talk my tenant into buying it.
This house is old, a Cape Cod from 1922. It’s got a lot of low ceilings, but a lot of character. My lady is excited that it has a fireplace, if only a non-functional one. She loves Christmas. It has a pool. It has a deck. The deck’s the most important part for me. The condo has a deck. I miss that deck.
Soon, though, yard work will re-enter my life. We’ll be painting. We’ll be landscaping. We’ll be sipping drinks on our back deck.