Will and I have been steadily advancing with our plan to purchase a house in town that would let us try out the car-free (or at least car-lite) lifestyle. We found a cute little house less than a mile from downtown with a halfway respectable yard. Alas, our excitement was a bit dampened today when we conducted the official home inspection and discovered several red flags, including (wait for it) a wet, moldy crawlspace.
“You’ve got green mold, black mold, white mold – the whole spectrum!” announced our home inspector from the bowels of the house. Yum.
For those of you not familiar with the home-buying process, the next step is for us to write our “Buyer’s Response to the Home Inspection Report” in which we ask for concessions from the seller and they respond with their “Seller’s Response to Buyer’s Response to the Home Inspection Report.” Oh, the joy.
We’re still clinging to some hope that we can get the house fixed up and move in with full confidence that we are not endangering ourselves with mold spores or lead-based paint or leaky gas lines but we’ve also returned to our dreams of building our own house. Neither of us is particularly handy so it would be an enormous challenge and yet we’re both drawn to the idea of building a place of our very own. Lately we’ve been reading books on eco-remodeling and tiny tiny houses and somehow starting from scratch seems easier than taking an existing house and adapting it to our own idiosyncrasies. On the other hand, what really sounds nice is to have a house and be done with the process of looking and inspecting and negotiating. I suspect I will have similar feeling should I ever become pregnant, but that’s a whole other ball of wax.