For the past few months, the boyfriend and I have been looking at houses. His lease is up in August, and he doesn't want to rent anymore. Me moving into whatever house is picked will happen eventually, so I've been very active in this search. Plus, he's not a big fan of paperwork, or talking on the phone (both of which happen a lot when trying to buy a house). So I've basically been the point man for the whole thing.
It's been extremely irritating. We found a house that we both adored (which is a rare thing, since I'd much rather get a run down "fixer-upper" in the city, and he'd prefer something a bit nicer, out in the suburbs.... I shudder to think....), and we went back and forth with the bank that owned it until agreeing upon a price and closing costs and all that. Then we dropped $300 on an inspection. An old colleague of mine does home inspections around Atlanta, so he came in and did a stellar job. But, unfortunately, we found some issues. There was leakage around the fireplace. There were drainage issues. The previous owner (who did all the renovations himself) had basically poured concrete around the entire house, so it was impossible to see what kind of shape the foundation was in. The gas stove was leaking a bit. Blah blah blah.
And then the bank backed out. They didn't want to make any of the repairs needed, and they walked away like douchebags, after jerking us around for about a month.
So we went back to the drawing board, and started looking all over again. And looking. And looking. Every time we come across something even remotely promising, it's either in a shit area, or it turns out it needs far more work than we could deal with, or it ends up going under contract as our agent is writing up an offer.
What the hell, Atlanta? Where are all the fabulous, cheap houses that are close enough to midtown to keep me from feeling disconnected? Where are all the great "fixer-uppers" in EAV? Where are all the damn properties?
Talk about trying your patience.
It's been extremely irritating. We found a house that we both adored (which is a rare thing, since I'd much rather get a run down "fixer-upper" in the city, and he'd prefer something a bit nicer, out in the suburbs.... I shudder to think....), and we went back and forth with the bank that owned it until agreeing upon a price and closing costs and all that. Then we dropped $300 on an inspection. An old colleague of mine does home inspections around Atlanta, so he came in and did a stellar job. But, unfortunately, we found some issues. There was leakage around the fireplace. There were drainage issues. The previous owner (who did all the renovations himself) had basically poured concrete around the entire house, so it was impossible to see what kind of shape the foundation was in. The gas stove was leaking a bit. Blah blah blah.
And then the bank backed out. They didn't want to make any of the repairs needed, and they walked away like douchebags, after jerking us around for about a month.
So we went back to the drawing board, and started looking all over again. And looking. And looking. Every time we come across something even remotely promising, it's either in a shit area, or it turns out it needs far more work than we could deal with, or it ends up going under contract as our agent is writing up an offer.
What the hell, Atlanta? Where are all the fabulous, cheap houses that are close enough to midtown to keep me from feeling disconnected? Where are all the great "fixer-uppers" in EAV? Where are all the damn properties?
Talk about trying your patience.
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