Castle Update

Not so much my castle anymore. Here’s a list of fun discoveries we made on Saturday during the building inspection:

1. The house has a termite problem which was previously undisclosed by the listing agent.


2. The house had 2 crawl spaces under it that the owner attempted to hide. They were not properly treated for moisture, so you can pretty much imagine what they looked like.


3. Since the last time we visited, they sealed the ceiling panel leading to the attic (which we were unable to get into the last time because no one had a ladder).


4. After busting through the ceiling panel to the attic, we found it had also not been treated for moisture and was full of fuzzy white mold which I am horrifically allergic to.


5. (My personal favorite) The roof was being supported by a log. A LOG. The building inspector said people stopped doing that in the mid-1800s so the house was definitely not built in 1926 like the listing agent told us.

So, yeah, we didn’t buy a house this weekend. Even though I was pretty in love with the place before, I’m very over it now. The aforementioned list plus a number of other problems plus the BITCH of a listing agent we had to deal with was enough to turn me off completely. It’s like finding out the hot guy you’ve been dating for a month hasn’t showered in the past year. Maybe you wonder “How the hell did you not notice that he wasn’t showering in the first place?” Axe. That’s how. This house was the real estate equivalent of a whore’s bath.

Though I’m not heartbroken that we rescinded our offer, I’m getting frustrated by 2 months of fruitless searching. Add that to the gloomy, nasty New England weather we’re having today and you’ve got a recipe for a solid funk.