Man, fuck house hunting. I’m over it. It’s a pain in my ass.
And that’s coming from someone who’s been at it a relatively short period of time and has only really gone to a few houses.
It was exciting at first, full of so much potential. And the first few weren’t bad–they were nice houses, but they just didn’t suit our needs. And I’m kind of okay with that. It’s gonna happen. But when I get annoyed is when you start getting into the various shit you run into, and again, I say that as someone who’s probably only seen a fraction of what a lot of other people in the same situation have seen. My tolerance for it just really, really low.
I think I got most annoyed a couple weeks ago when we found this one that looked really nice a couple weeks ago–and I mean the pictures looked really, really promising. It was obviously a flip, but they look like they put in some nice stuff. My mom suggested maybe we have Paul’s dad look at it with us because if it was one we liked, we might want to move fast on it, so we got it all organized and went.
And it turned out to be a half-assed flip. Cabinet doors not on, shit that was crooked or looked unfinished, countertops the agent said looked a lot liked ones she’d had that chipped in two weeks and were so flimsy that the home-improvement stores stopped carrying them. It was the kind of thing that looked pretty but was shoddy in reality, and my guess is they’re hoping to get someone young like us who loves a picture but either doesn’t notice the flaws or doesn’t see them as a red flag. Because really, if you can’t put damn cabinets together right, what kind of hot mess is hiding elsewhere in the house?
And then my mom was concerned our real-estate agent was probably not the best. She said she’d shown that house to a few people and couldn’t understand why no one jumped on it, and the way my mom put it, if my dad can walk into a house and see what’s wrong with it, it’s pretty bad. So either she wasn’t noticing obvious problems or is bullshitting to sell it. I liked our agent. She was funny and our personalities meshed really well. But there was some validity in the concern–I’d already kind of felt like not quite a priority, more like a name on a list, and I honestly don’t think she’ll notice if she never hears from us again. And yet, because I’m a little bitch, I felt guilty about going to someone else, but it made sense so we did.
My mom pointed us to an agent one of my cousins used. Even just from talking to her on the phone, I felt like we were moving in a better direction–she was more helpful from the start, and it could just be that personality thing, but she seems more knowledgable and more involved. So we met with her a few days later and things are looking up. I have a few things to do on my end to really get things going, but there are a few houses we want to look at, and we’ve kind of cast a wider net. We’re in this shitty position where we of course work commuters are a factor, but in thinking about having kids in the next couple years, we’d like to be closer to out parents. And even more short term, we’re far away from our friends. So we’re aiming to be between the two so that it takes less than an hour to spend time with people but no more than a half-hour to get to work. And there are some promising listings that fit that, plus the size and price we want. We just have to get on them.
So hopefully we have some more luck soon, find something great, get it, and can put in a damn notice that we’re leaving this damn apartment and its damn leaks that I am not at all confident they’re gonna fix.