When we came to Alabama last year, we knew that this area was the location that we would – after two plus decades of army life – finally retire and begin to put down some roots. Now that we have been here more than a year, we are taking the next step.
Over the weekend we took a drive to check out the area where there were a couple houses for sale that interested us. First, we wanted to see what the drive was going to be like. These two houses are both a haul, but if they were what they appeared to be, would be worth the drive.
One house, that my hubby dubbed “the zombie house” was on the dead end of a road, just past a cemetery. I loved the location, and the price. The rustic feel from the photos, and the fact that you could only see a single house from the property.
Another house that was in the same general area, had a completely different feel to it. More of a farmhouse, and set back from the road, this was the only neighbor in sight.
He may not be a moose, but I can handle neighbors like that.
So today we took our first step into the house-hunting arena. We called on Saturday and tried to get ahold of the realtor for the first house. Her mail box was completely full and you couldn’t even leave a voicemail. I called the office and the agent on duty told us to text her. We did and made an appointment to see the house.
Two days notice should give the owners plenty of warning right?
We also got ahold of the realtor of the farmhouse and will see it on Tuesday.
Well, we showed up at the house exactly when we said we were to meet. No realtor. We walked around the yard, after no one came out, greeted the 4 dogs running around, and looked at the property. The garage was full of “junk” but no biggy. It’s a storage place, I can handle that.
But upon looking at the outside of the house, we noticed some pretty significant wood boring bee damage. There were entire logs that looked like Swiss cheese. Not good.
Over half an hour later the realtor finally showed up, after I had texted her that we were there and waiting.
We walked in the door and were greeted by…ick. Now look, I get a house being a mess because someone is moving out, which is what the realtor said. But there is no way an entire house is going to look like a giant hamper. And there is no way that an entire kitchen will be covered with dirty dishes. And there is no way a house is going to smell like that from the chaos of moving. I know. I have moved 18 times.
And the kicker? The internet there is Hughesnet. I’ve had Hughesnet. Unless it has made significant improvements, it is only a tad better than dial-up. That isn’t even an option for someone like me.
The house was quickly scratched off of our “potential” list. The smell alone would take forever to get out of the house. It was the kind of smell that “clings” to you and you can smell for an hour after you leave. I wanted to go home and take a shower.
No wonder that house has been for sale for so long.
Come on homeowners, I can handle clutter, but at least make it look like people live there and not four dogs!
And realtors? Be reachable and on time.
I hope that tomorrow’s house and realtor are a better experience than this one!
Rough start to our house hunting adventure.
Wish us the best!