Catia
Well-Known Member
I loved Dr Seuss's "In a People House"
I've had a bug up my ass lately to get the heck out of this crappy neighborhood--which IS the HOOD.
It is the 1st house I ever bought & it was seedy back then, but I was younger, my dog was big & what OTHER people thought as scary or mean looking...
And people thought I was crazy.
...A neighbor once walked into my house without knocking, at night, & he got one hell of a scare, with a 9mm-so neighborhoods being what they are--news travels-no one bothered me, or would even walk up my steps
Moving back was temporary, got me slightly closer to work, but sometimes I feel like I am going to get stuck here if I don't fight my way out with everything I've got.
So it's had me thinkin--What's in a Tessa house???
I'm thinking it's a tiny house, bungalow like, but-with a decent yard.
But it's got to be an easy yard to maintain.
I've been running around for the past month looking for a better place for Tessa, & a better place for me.
Google maps is a killer tool to use when house searching/neighborhood sleuthing.
You can find nooks from the satellite view you never knew existed.
So that's what I've been looking for--a nook-a house in a spot no one really would look to buy a house.
On a dead end, on the side of a country road, abutting a cemetery, down in a a ravine--the places no one mainstream looks.
I've looked in bad neighborhoods in nooks & crannies no one goes & good neighborhoods too.
In the city, the borough, the country...
I've got a system, not sure how to explain it, but it's there.
I'm looking for an old house CHEAP that needs little, in a place that isn't at risk for gentrification, cuz I don't wanna be taxed out,
I want to be close enough to walk to some 'action' or park or trails
somewhere I can walk my pooch without hood rat mongrel pitbulls everywhere.
Tessa doesn't seem worried, but *I* am...too many attacks have happened around here.
And lately there's been gunfire, within walking distance from my house, & both occurred while I was out walking Tessa.
So, the bug is planted firmly in my ass to move.
A neighborhood with few welfare recipients, & no projects, & little or no section 8 neighbors, that isn't gonna cost me out the whazoo.
Also, I want to be closer to work, which makes this task REALLY difficult.
So I need to be on the edge of something.
Right now I'm on the edge of sanity.
I'm offering ridiculously LOW prices, cuz I don't have much to work with.
I've got someone who is biting on an offer, sort of...
They came down quite a bit, but countered my offer, but keep sticking just a few thousand out of my range.
I'm sticking to my guns...calling their bluff, because, well, it's all I got.
& I'm sick to my stomach because I've had quite a few houses slip through my fingers lately.
Each one has been a little better than the last too, & I feel like this one ***IS IT***
It's a Tessa House.
The yard isn't huge, but it's 1/3 acre
What's in a Tessa house????
4 1/2 rooms of ***LOVE***
2 cats & me...
It was the tiny house of a sweet little old lady, who died at the ripe old age of 97.
She was quite active, was widowed young, never remarried, raised her daughter in this house, & then lived there for 70 yrs.
When I was researching the house, I found her obituary.
She was active in her church, & community, people loved her baking, she cared a lot for others & lived simple, & lived long.
Reading the obit made me really want to see the house, in person, because if it was good enough for her for 70+ years,
there was no reason it wasn't good enough for me.
Seeing the house only made me want it more.
She kept it immaculate, lived a simple life, it has no extras, but has everything you need.
It is a solid little house with good bones.
A little house on the side of a country road on a mountain, no neighbors for over 100 feet, & I can't see them from inside of the house, or outside in the yard.
I have to cross the street to get to the mailbox, which is also on the side of the road, next to a stream with wild flowers.
It doesn't even have natural gas lol--has a pretty new oil furnace.
I can walk 1.5 miles down the mountain to a town nestled on a beautiful river, there are trails everywhere.
Tessa can swim to her heart's content.
Before viewing the house, I was worried it was too isolated, all by itself on a country road.
My mindset, from living in the hood & the stuff going on around me was 'home invasion', & ...no one would hear me scream...
So I saw it Saturday. Was the last house I viewed that day, because, while I was curious, I was still in the city hood mindset, & worried about being too isolated.
We arrived at the house, the real estate agent opened the lock box to get the key to the front door...He had never been in the house before.
*****************IT IS A SKELETON KEY****************
The original lock from when the house was built.
For 70+ years--no issues.
Something in me moved.
I crawled into ever nook & cranny of this tiny house, & couldn't find fault, it just kept feeling more like home.
I'm stressing about losing the house over a lousy $4500, that's what I need them to come down in price.
I suspect that is not much $$ to them, they're pretty comfortable people the family settling the estate.
But it makes a world of difference to me.
It's a standstill right now.
Quite unsettling.
I've got a thousand reasons why they should just sell it to me for my price.
Namely because it's all the cash I've got...
I need some good ju-ju, prayer, karma, energy, collective consciousness--whatever-
I really need them to come down in price, to just give in--not for me, but for Tessa...
So send your energy BIG TIME--I need it.
There's no way to get this out of my head. If you've ever been there with a house--you know what I mean.
I've had a bug up my ass lately to get the heck out of this crappy neighborhood--which IS the HOOD.
It is the 1st house I ever bought & it was seedy back then, but I was younger, my dog was big & what OTHER people thought as scary or mean looking...
And people thought I was crazy.
...A neighbor once walked into my house without knocking, at night, & he got one hell of a scare, with a 9mm-so neighborhoods being what they are--news travels-no one bothered me, or would even walk up my steps
Moving back was temporary, got me slightly closer to work, but sometimes I feel like I am going to get stuck here if I don't fight my way out with everything I've got.
So it's had me thinkin--What's in a Tessa house???
I'm thinking it's a tiny house, bungalow like, but-with a decent yard.
But it's got to be an easy yard to maintain.
I've been running around for the past month looking for a better place for Tessa, & a better place for me.
Google maps is a killer tool to use when house searching/neighborhood sleuthing.
You can find nooks from the satellite view you never knew existed.
So that's what I've been looking for--a nook-a house in a spot no one really would look to buy a house.
On a dead end, on the side of a country road, abutting a cemetery, down in a a ravine--the places no one mainstream looks.
I've looked in bad neighborhoods in nooks & crannies no one goes & good neighborhoods too.
In the city, the borough, the country...
I've got a system, not sure how to explain it, but it's there.
I'm looking for an old house CHEAP that needs little, in a place that isn't at risk for gentrification, cuz I don't wanna be taxed out,
I want to be close enough to walk to some 'action' or park or trails
somewhere I can walk my pooch without hood rat mongrel pitbulls everywhere.
Tessa doesn't seem worried, but *I* am...too many attacks have happened around here.
And lately there's been gunfire, within walking distance from my house, & both occurred while I was out walking Tessa.
So, the bug is planted firmly in my ass to move.
A neighborhood with few welfare recipients, & no projects, & little or no section 8 neighbors, that isn't gonna cost me out the whazoo.
Also, I want to be closer to work, which makes this task REALLY difficult.
So I need to be on the edge of something.
Right now I'm on the edge of sanity.
I'm offering ridiculously LOW prices, cuz I don't have much to work with.
I've got someone who is biting on an offer, sort of...
They came down quite a bit, but countered my offer, but keep sticking just a few thousand out of my range.
I'm sticking to my guns...calling their bluff, because, well, it's all I got.
& I'm sick to my stomach because I've had quite a few houses slip through my fingers lately.
Each one has been a little better than the last too, & I feel like this one ***IS IT***
It's a Tessa House.
The yard isn't huge, but it's 1/3 acre
What's in a Tessa house????
4 1/2 rooms of ***LOVE***
2 cats & me...
It was the tiny house of a sweet little old lady, who died at the ripe old age of 97.
She was quite active, was widowed young, never remarried, raised her daughter in this house, & then lived there for 70 yrs.
When I was researching the house, I found her obituary.
She was active in her church, & community, people loved her baking, she cared a lot for others & lived simple, & lived long.
Reading the obit made me really want to see the house, in person, because if it was good enough for her for 70+ years,
there was no reason it wasn't good enough for me.
Seeing the house only made me want it more.
She kept it immaculate, lived a simple life, it has no extras, but has everything you need.
It is a solid little house with good bones.
A little house on the side of a country road on a mountain, no neighbors for over 100 feet, & I can't see them from inside of the house, or outside in the yard.
I have to cross the street to get to the mailbox, which is also on the side of the road, next to a stream with wild flowers.
It doesn't even have natural gas lol--has a pretty new oil furnace.
I can walk 1.5 miles down the mountain to a town nestled on a beautiful river, there are trails everywhere.
Tessa can swim to her heart's content.
Before viewing the house, I was worried it was too isolated, all by itself on a country road.
My mindset, from living in the hood & the stuff going on around me was 'home invasion', & ...no one would hear me scream...
So I saw it Saturday. Was the last house I viewed that day, because, while I was curious, I was still in the city hood mindset, & worried about being too isolated.
We arrived at the house, the real estate agent opened the lock box to get the key to the front door...He had never been in the house before.
*****************IT IS A SKELETON KEY****************
The original lock from when the house was built.
For 70+ years--no issues.
Something in me moved.
I crawled into ever nook & cranny of this tiny house, & couldn't find fault, it just kept feeling more like home.
I'm stressing about losing the house over a lousy $4500, that's what I need them to come down in price.
I suspect that is not much $$ to them, they're pretty comfortable people the family settling the estate.
But it makes a world of difference to me.
It's a standstill right now.
Quite unsettling.
I've got a thousand reasons why they should just sell it to me for my price.
Namely because it's all the cash I've got...
I need some good ju-ju, prayer, karma, energy, collective consciousness--whatever-
I really need them to come down in price, to just give in--not for me, but for Tessa...
So send your energy BIG TIME--I need it.
There's no way to get this out of my head. If you've ever been there with a house--you know what I mean.