After all the searching, all the open houses, all the paperwork and signatures, you hear those magic words: "It's Yours." You can hardly believe it, but there it is - in all it's lovely glory - your very own new house. Gosh it's exciting. You drive by it approximately 287 times in a slow, creepy way before you get possession, imagining paint colours and fixtures and landscaping. You pour over the teeny weeny floor plan that was in the marketing kit, envisioning renos and furniture placement. When you get the keys, you hold your breath as you push open the door for the first time, and maybe celebrate with a little bubbly sitting on the bare floor, your euphoric giggles echoing through the empty rooms. It is a mortgage commercial come to life.
It's a little smaller than you remembered from the open house and that one other time you walked through it... and the kitchen is much worse than you remembered (are those mouse droppings??)...but think of the equity! The decorating potential! Replace the roof? No big deal, you knew that going in - but what colour should it be?
Sound familiar? Who's with me?
Now don't get me wrong, I LOVE my house, I really and truly do. The renos, the paint, the landscaping - it was hard work for sure, but the satisfaction of knowing it was my own cozy haven, my very own home made it more than worthwhile. Even the essential-but-not-pretty things like plumbing, electrical, and chimney cleaning are all worth it.
It's the surprises that kill me. Surprises are usually expensive, usually no fun, and decidedly UN-SEXY. Here are a few of the visits to the dark side of home ownership that I have taken in the last three years of being here:
So it's not all sunshine and roses in my wicked and weird world (the raccoon thing definitely qualifies as weird though). Amidst the the craig's list cabinet victories, the Value Village scores, and the crafty afternoon are loads upon loads of laundry, sink scouring, and potty training. But who would want to read about all that? ;p I would say my home and I are out of the honeymoon stage, but there are definitely more days that not that I look around fondly. I do love this house, flaws and all.
But seriously, enough sappy, misery loves company. I know you must have your own house surprises - please share!!