This house was an excellent teacher in showing you all that goes into making a house nice. So. This guy bought a nasty shit hole. It had the warped dog pee floor. He fixed everything. EVERYTHING. It was beautiful. That's why I liked it. I liked it from the outside. It had a wide garage door, not one that was split into two doors. It was one big huge door. It looked nice. He put a trellis over it. It screamed potential grape vine. The house was completely fenced in. This meant no seeing cars and No Deer. Loved it! Open the door and was space! Ah! Fresh air!! No split level. Wide open space. To my right was the living room/ dining room. There was a huge closet ahead of me. To my left was a hallway with 3 bedrooms and a bathroom. It was painted yellow. It was clean, fresh, cheery, cute, open, friendly, it was perfect. The bedrooms were decent sized. The closets were large. The master bedroom was nice. Everything was brand new. All the appliances, the hardware, the flooring, everything. I was deliriously happy. Our realtor told us he was selling it for under $200,000. My jaw just dropped. I had no idea how he would turn a profit. I told her I wanted it.
James however saw through the thick cloud of awesomeness. He knew it was all cheap stuff. He knew the guy doing the remodel would make bank. He hated that it was on a "busy" street. He knew it was too small for us. Damn our downstairs. We own too much. My dreams were crushed. He knew I liked it so much because it was so nice. I was being fooled. He told me any place we bought we could make look that nice.
After looking at all the guys tools I wondered about making any place that nice. This house was a dump. There was trash and plastic and buckets and tools everywhere. A lot goes into making a place nice. I had no realistic idea. I see why now the cost is so high. Balls. We get to keep looking.
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