A place to call home

Kent and I have been on the hunt for the past month now for a new home. We've toyed back and forth with renting or buying. We have a great Triplex that we are going to keep, but it is too small and we are ready for a change. The market we are in financially is not as high as I would like it to be, but we already have another mortgage and I'm not in the mood to be house poor. It sucks when you have a great kitchen but you are too poor to buy food, or make cocktails for friends.

Last night we went and looked at a place in Magnolia. It is WAY overpriced, the owner is smoking crack if he actually thinks he will get full price. The place is more of a modern home, built in the the 50's and maybe reno'd in the last 70's. What does that mean...green olive sinks and toilet. Gross. But what I love about that man of mine is he knows how to swing a hammer. $20,000 later I will have a better bedroom and bathroom. Not sure where the $20,000 will come from, but something will happen.

We haven't officially sent a price offer over to the agent. Kent was up early, which is shocking, and processing the decision etc. I am actually OK with the fact that this house has major potential and I think we could be happy there. Plus there's a place to hang a jacket AND there is a god damn built-in blender in the kitchen. My margaritaville blender may not need to make an appearance this summer. I kept thinking there might be built in ash trays everywhere too (thank god that didn't surface). We always planned on updating any bathroom and kitchen of the house we moved into. I get that if we move into this joint I will live in dust for months, potentially years. But it will be our hard labored dust, and eventually it will settle.