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Today Mike and I had the inspection on the house we want to buy.
The inspection went well. The bank won't let us have our loan unless it passes inspection, and there's only one thing that might prevent that...peeling paint on the 1940s-era garage. Our real estate agent told the owner that she could just paint it before the assessor came, and it would pass for our loan. She seemed willing to do it - she and her husband are moving into a senior apartment as soon as they sell the house, so they're motivated to get this sale over and done with. The rest of the inspection went great, though...the house was built in the 40s but was really well-maintained. The guy that lives there does maintenance for a nearby school, and the inspector said that it's clear he knew what he was doing when he took care of the house.
There were a few minor things that were wrong. One was a few loose tiles in the bathroom. The inspector recommended just pulling the loose ones up and gluing them back on. However, it's not as water-tight as we thought, so that will postpone our plans to put in a shower. He said that if we wanted to re-do the tiles, because of the way they're glued on we shouldn't try to pry them off one by one. Instead we should just tear the walls down to the studs and build them back up. "It's no big deal," he said. However, tearing any wall down to the studs sounds like a gigantic deal to me. I have friends who tear up walls or floors or bathrooms with amazing casualness. To me, the very idea is terrifying.
Mike and I are getting excited as we get closer and closer to actually getting the house. "I can finally change our own oil," I said. "No more waiting in line to drop $30 at Jiffy Lube. Now that we have a garage I can do it myself."
"And I'll be able to take a sewing class," Mike said, "so I can finally start using our sewing machine."
I just looked at him. "Our gender roles are completely reversed," I said.
We have to finish up with our loan, and the sellers have to call out the assessor. And then...I'm not sure what. It's all going pretty fast. I guess in this housing market everyone wants to just finish up as long as they have a buyer.
The inspection went well. The bank won't let us have our loan unless it passes inspection, and there's only one thing that might prevent that...peeling paint on the 1940s-era garage. Our real estate agent told the owner that she could just paint it before the assessor came, and it would pass for our loan. She seemed willing to do it - she and her husband are moving into a senior apartment as soon as they sell the house, so they're motivated to get this sale over and done with. The rest of the inspection went great, though...the house was built in the 40s but was really well-maintained. The guy that lives there does maintenance for a nearby school, and the inspector said that it's clear he knew what he was doing when he took care of the house.There were a few minor things that were wrong. One was a few loose tiles in the bathroom. The inspector recommended just pulling the loose ones up and gluing them back on. However, it's not as water-tight as we thought, so that will postpone our plans to put in a shower. He said that if we wanted to re-do the tiles, because of the way they're glued on we shouldn't try to pry them off one by one. Instead we should just tear the walls down to the studs and build them back up. "It's no big deal," he said. However, tearing any wall down to the studs sounds like a gigantic deal to me. I have friends who tear up walls or floors or bathrooms with amazing casualness. To me, the very idea is terrifying.
Mike and I are getting excited as we get closer and closer to actually getting the house. "I can finally change our own oil," I said. "No more waiting in line to drop $30 at Jiffy Lube. Now that we have a garage I can do it myself."
"And I'll be able to take a sewing class," Mike said, "so I can finally start using our sewing machine."
I just looked at him. "Our gender roles are completely reversed," I said.
We have to finish up with our loan, and the sellers have to call out the assessor. And then...I'm not sure what. It's all going pretty fast. I guess in this housing market everyone wants to just finish up as long as they have a buyer.
posted by Danulai at
9:13 PM
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4 Comments:
I love the role-reversal thing you've got going on - not a THING wrong with it. You both see a need and hop to it!
Hope it passes inspection and you get on with being a Home Owner!!
By
GF, At
9:03 AM
I'm totally impressed that you can change oil in a car. ;-)
By
kite, At
9:31 AM
Tearing down walls in the bathroom should be no big thing for someone who's excited about changing her own oil. Honest. ;-)
As for gender roles...I'm glad someone is balancing our Karen and I :-p
By
dpaton, At
9:01 PM
Um, we need to talk about the wallpaper. Seriously, needs to go. Are these folks the original owner. Those are great houses to buy. They know everything about the house.
By
country girl, At
9:35 PM
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