Showing posts with label house. Show all posts
Showing posts with label house. Show all posts

Saturday, March 22, 2014

New House - Before Pictures!

We have some pretty exciting news. After searching off and on since last June (the first offer we wrote was on June 14, 2013), we've finally gotten an accepted offer on a house that is about the right size and reasonably priced. 

The story: Monday March 10th, I got an email stating that I'd won $1000 from the local Portland Mercury for filling out a reader's survey. It was the grand prize in all of Portland. It was really true. (At first I thought it was a scam, of course.) Later that day, a listing popped up, and it was this little house, which was one street over from Carrie's house. I thought, "That might be in Carrie's backyard." I told Justin to go over and take a peek at it. We scheduled a tour for later that day after work. 

It's a little grandma house, which means that it needs some updating, but has been pretty well taken care of. The previous owner, Norma, was a retired RN who worked for the university hospital out here until retirement. She'd lived alone with her dog and cat and had kept a beautiful yard for all the years that Carrie had lived here. She passed away in early January of a heart attack. Carrie had talked to her over the fence many times in the last five years. We were sad to hear that she died. 

We quickly wrote an offer, and a few days later it was accepted. We are so excited. It actually reminds me mostly of my first little house in Vancouver, which was about 1500 sq. ft and perfect size, with a good layout. 

Our closing date is set for April 4th which is just under two weeks away. We've been through the inspection and the appraisal and everything is ok, except for a little rot in the garage which we've had bid at to fix. (Not a large sum of money.)

The house needs some updates and we'd like to add a bathroom, so we'll still have to dump some money into it to make it nicer, but even with that additional cost, we're way under on our house price than any of the other houses we were looking at. And we share a backyard fence with Carrie, which is pretty sweet. As well, it's a good central location for commuting to work for me. And we already know the neighborhood and love our neighbors. So those are all win-win factors.



Built in 1948-49, the same years as my mom and dad were built! 
And the same years as Carrie's house was built! (I think it would be really great to put another window right in the front or switch it to a larger window, but who knows.)
Really nice garage that even Justin's car would fit in. We plan to repaint the country blue to a more modern happycolor. The siding will have to stay white.






 As well, the stove will have to be switched at some point. I think this one is from the 1980's!
That's the wall we want to take out- otherwise the dining area is pretty small.  
Master - about 12x12
 Second bedroom/office.
This is the worst feature of the house- it's a very tiny and very yellow bathroom and when she remodeled she put in a little bigger tub with a bump out. Not sure exactly what we will do but it's ok for now.
I think we could add a wall here, and make that an egress window (there's already a closet built in facing the would-be room). And add a door off the living area (which is the blue room to follow) and then we'd have guest quarters.
The laundry area is big and could be combined or split into a bathroom. And the plumbing is low so we could add a bath pretty easily. 
 Living area- about 16 ft x 11 I think. I measured it but forgot. There's two windows in this room and would be nice to make at least one an egress. The funny little closed off area is where the oil furnace is, which is something that we plan to get rid of right away- I just don't like the smell and it's not very environmentally friendly. I would have ideally not gotten a house with an oil furnace but what can you do?
There's a water heater in that room and storage, which we'd just leave as is. 
She was quite a gardener.
 This is kinda cool. A little bit in a bad spot- right in the middle of the yard. Would be better in a corner but what can you do. I don't think it would be easy to move. And that's Carrie's house just over the fence!
Schematic house layout I made- almost to scale but the hall upstairs ended up looking a little wider than it is... I think you could potentially take out that wall and leave a beam if you wanted a more open feeling but it's not necessary. There's a wall between the kitchen and living that we plan to take out right away.

Monday, August 30, 2010

She nearly kills self, but exercises restraint instead.

In Germany, Sundays are the deadest of dead. I'd accidentally left my watch alarm on, and so was awake at 7am. Damn.

I wasn't in the mood for contemplation, reading or otherwise, and the house was beckoning me. CLEAN ME. I really didn't want to. But I made myself. I knew I'd feel better if I did. I seriously hate cleaning (except for vacuuming which has a pleasurable sound and obvious results). Usually I clean while on the phone so I don't notice I'm doing it, but lately, I've been so laid back that I lay on the kitchen floor while on the phone. Or languish on the couch. Rather than multitasking. This may be a positive argument for multitasking. The unfortunate fact is that I don't like having a dirty house or giant mess, or maybe I should say that it's fortunate, otherwise I'd be living in a giant pigsty bachelors' pad, content to dig clothes out of the dirty pile and wear shoes indoors always. (Not a fan of crap under my feet.)

So I got to work. Even washed all the floors and cleaned the toilet with putrid-smelling vinegar (trying out 'natural' methods). Sick. I think I'd hire a housekeeper, but if I did that in Germany, I'd probably be shot for laziness.

Laundry procrastination = Self Jail in Basement, since each load takes TWO hours. The Evil Dishwasher redistributes and heat-glues all the food onto all the dishes, so I handwashed them afterward. The Germans are good at cars, horrid at appliances. The Damn Garage Door Opener was acting up again. It was supposed to be a new one. I took it apart and saw that part of it had been *hot-glued* together. So that part fell off. I think it was made in 1989. Why cannot I just buy a new one? Since I fixed it myself this time, does that mean that I'm becoming more German?

Friday, June 4, 2010

1600 (UTC/GMT +2 hours) proves significant



First, who is this? I think his name is likely Pavel or Ignac. He's from Slovenia. Ptuj, to be exact. This is the last postcard I mailed Grandma before she died (though I was too late and she never received it). Carrie and I thought we found a man for Grandma. Doesn't he look sweet? If only she had seen the postcard, maybe she would have lived and met Ignac and it would have been happily ever after. But no.

Next, 1600. Hours that is. Why? Nearly the exact same time (within minutes at least), my house in North Dakota closed and I signed the Hooptie over to Derek. Who is from Iowa. Funny that Molly and Josh are moving there as I write. How circular and strange is life at times.

Tuesday, October 13, 2009

One down, one to go.

The last night in my house... (I had planned to drink myself into a stupor.)

Moving day: 13 Oktober 2009.

Some of the junk in my basement. Cripes!

Mom: your piano story went over so well- see the shipping order. Kathie is an industrious North Dakotan who is not afraid to set goals and acheive them.

There goes the piano. It's wrapped with paper and cardboard and shrinkwrap.

Hopefully the final fig suicide I ever have to see.

All my stuff. That part in the front is just their packing materials. And the whole container is for me. I should've gotten more things!
The movers and I were out of the house at 4:56PM. Buyers took official possession at 5:00PM. The other realtor came over to get the key and the title company called to say it recorded just before that. So tomorrow I will have a wire into my account. Perhaps travel money? Just kidding. You never know with me.
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The saga of the sale was not without its hishs and lows, truly a tale to be told- as life is, most of the time. If it were all smooth sailing, how would we know when we were happy?
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I find it slightly odd that I am moving to Germany in five days, but also I find it slightly normal. What does that mean? I do not know. I expected that I would have a feeling of glee or relief or something on my last walk-through, but I just felt flat. I am glad to be done with it.
(***=moronic computer issues)

Tuesday, September 29, 2009

It's all okay.

"Imaginary evil is romantic and varied; real evil is gloomy, monotonous,barren, boring. Imaginary good is boring; real good is always new, marvelous, intoxicating."- Simone Weil

So I've been dealing with both real and imaginary evil and mostly real good in the last several months.

My house is still scheduled to close on October 12th. There've been several large hiccups along the way but we have worked through them with some deep breaths and continuous dialogue among all the involved parties. The last major hurdle is the appraisal. So please continue to cross fingers and pray this gets through.

If the universe is truly being as kind to me as it seems, I will close on my house and move to Germany a few days later. My employer will be shipping all my goods abroad for me, a luxury I have never experienced before. I just have to figure out what is actually in all of the rubbbermaid boxes which were stored for two years in my basement and decide what will stay and what will go.

The man (Tim Cook) who hired me and has been acting as my liason to Germany and the civilian army life connected me with a psychologist who is leaving Germany on December 1st and will be giving up his two bedroom, two bathroom apartment. It's six miles from work, so should be bikeable seasonally. And also has the luxury amenities of a garage and washer/dryer. I can hardly imagine. (Especially when comparing it to the crappy studio flat in New Zealand which cost about the same amount.) My goods will be arriving from Portland about December 1st, so I'll stay in a pension for the first 45 days or so. Not too bad of a set up.

So it seems everything is still lining up as I would have hoped. If I knew even what I was hoping for when all this first started happening.

I have the fear always of the floor dropping out on me. I don't know if it is pessimism or if it is because the floor actually dropped out on me when I was a kid. I don't know. But. I'm trying to be sane, calm, postive and trusting of the world that all this will come together just as it should.

So y'all are welcome to visit me and stay in my spare bedroom and wash your clothes, as long as you bring me bags of fresh veggies in return.

Monday, September 21, 2009

Keeping fingers crossed

Ok, I've had the worst strain of Murphy's Law luck in the last week but I have decided that today is the day for the turn-around. Right now. Today at noon.

The buyers are inspecting the house right now.

Tomorrow evening I am off to San Diego for an optometry conference and mini-vacation, which I think I might just need. My mom is meeting me from North Dakota-- and we'll arrive within thirty minutes of each other, so long as no plane is ridiculously late.

It's sunny in Portland- approx 90 for the high today. Too hot for me, but oh well. I am more of a cool weather fan really.

Friday, September 18, 2009

Drowning in paperwork and life

I'm filling out yet another fifty-three pages. Yes, fifty-three.

So exhausted from paperwork, house sales, other personal problems which I will not state here, that I wonder sometimes how I am going to get through the day or the night or the morning for that matter.

I had a partially bald man come to give me a bid on shipping my belongings to Germany this morning. I'm allotted 4,000 pounds. They estimate I'll have about 2,500. That's including the small piano, which is the bulk of my weight.

Today I was sitting at the piano, trying to calm myself by letting my fingers glide over the keys. It didn't really do the trick. I think vodka would've worked better. But it was nice anyway.

When I'm done with all this, I'll write several interesting posts on pursuing overseas employment, renters, and house sales. But until the cards have fallen, my lips are mum.

Please send good vibes my way if you have time and inclination.

Sunday, September 6, 2009

Two days of evil rain.

I'm at my second home, The Flying Cat coffeehouse, about a half block from my house (using wifi). I've been doing the 16-18 hour days of working til my fingers bleed and brain's asphyxiated from the paint odors. (Not all my paint is low VOC so I'm probably getting progressively dull-minded as I work on my house.)

This morning I thought it looked like sun, so I painted the window ledges outside. Oops. Rain. Hence my mental vacation from house-repair at the Flying Cat- trying not to think about the four yards of mulch gathering weight on my driveway.

The second cup of coffee is kicking in and I'm finally waking up.

I've learned a few things in the last week: (this is NOT sarcasm)
1. I love working on houses.
2. I love manual labor.
3. I love playing my piano.

Oh, and I'm quite surprised at all the things I can do. I forgot how handy I was in the house. It's a nice feeling.

Happy LABOUR Day.

Friday, September 4, 2009

THINGS ACCOMPLISHED: 2412 House Rehab

Last night, I decided that I needed to make a list of all I've accomplished since regaining possession of my house on Sept 1st.

(to do still in green)
Bathroom
: repaint all walls, wash ceiling and touch up, repair cabinet door, wash floors, fix faucet
Kitchen: touch up paint walls, doors, wash curtains & rehang, remove light fixture and replace, fix drawer in island, touch up door, wash & wax floor, clean appliance doors with stainless steel cleaner
Living/dining room: touch up paint walls and ceiling, wash floors, remove light fixture and replace, hang picture, clean piano, shine floors
Parlor: repair storm door, repaint entire room, wash floors, shine floors
Main floor bedroom: touch up paint walls, wash floors, touch up baseboard, shine floors, stage room, hang pictures,
Stairwell: repaint all risers, wash stairs, touch up paint walls, repair gouges & touch up ceiling, repaint railing
Master bedroom: touch up paint walls, wash walls, wash floor, shine floor
Second bedroom: touch up paint walls, wash floors, shine floor
Basement: wash floors, wash floors again, touch up floors, touch up walls, organise stuff from storage area
Exterior: paint front stairs, wash railings on back porch, touch up paint outside upper windows
Yard: trim bushes, pick up fallen fruit, trim trees, haul away waste, mulch garden areas, pull weeds, mow yard, scrape next to driveway
Misc: Pick up saddle oil/stain for chair, pick up small sideboard from downtown

Tuesday, August 25, 2009

T six days and counting

Until I get my house back, that is.

And then one week of crazy frenzy will ensue as I prepare the house for sale. My beloved Portland house, which I bought just under four years ago.

I'm looking forward to filling the spirit of the house with me again before I sell it. Making coffee in the butler's pantry. Plunking the keys on the piano, filling the air with notes which acoustically dance in the high-ceiling'd architecture. Covering up the marks of renters who didn't love my house as their own, but treated it as a temporary abode.

While the advice of most is to retain the house: "Wait til the market bumps up again"- "Hire a property manager". The reality is that renters become exponentially more difficult with distance of the home owner.

So I am holding my breathe a little as I wait for the walk-through on the 31st of August. Hoping my little place will return to me as sweetly as I left her.