My mom has been talking about moving me out of her basement, which, well, Mom says a lot of things. But she said she had been looking at houses, and could I drive over to Mount Vernon to look at this little house, advertized as in need of a little TLC an on a "mature wooded lot," 1 bed 1 bath, sold as is bout 55,000. And,yup. "Mature wooded lot" means "Backyard impassible with evergreens." It is difficult to see this house even while standing on the sidewalk in front of it. Ok but here's the thing. Directly next to it is this adorable green house with all the painted lady trimmings and it is ALSO for sale. 4 bed 2 bath, two stories and a basement, central air and heating. It needs paint and maintenance, few things fixed, and. and. i am in love. i wanted to hug the porch supports. I want to make a Safe Space for all my scared internet friends oh also help paying off the morgage and utilities would be cool. now keep in mind this is p much just in imaginary phase so while we're at it let's throw in a unicorn who likes to vacuum and a kobold who does dishes. I mentioned the forum and Mom said "Oh, you should make a not-for-profit!" and I was like Yeeaaah also unicorns um I haven't mentioned yet but I'm on ambien. Anyway here is the little house: http://www.zillow.com/homedetails/213-3rd-Ave-NW-Mount-Vernon-IA-52314/73098804_zpid/ going for 55,000 ish and here is the in-love-with house: http://www.zillow.com/homedetails/219-3rd-Ave-NW-Mount-Vernon-IA-52314/73081816_zpid/ going for about 125,000 and those are houses. this might not even go anywhere but it's kinda nice to think about getting out of mom's basement, and also maybe doing something to help people, even though I am terrible at people at all, much less helping them, I dunno. But hey, I can dream... that green house felt like such a home already. No one living there now, just waiting. speaking of dreaming, i should sleep. Night, all.
*pre-edit: ambien-dial incoming* I just realized why this is getting to me so much... i want a home again so bad. spent the last... what, decade, half decade getting kicked from one place to the next, each one feeling less and less like home. I could probably pay the morgage on this place with my disability check and a couple hundred left over... easier with a roomate... and it would be mine and I wouldn't have to get kicked from basement to basement any more god, i'm crying. i'm getting kinda ridiculous about this and it probably won't solve my problems but urg. probably not even gonna happen. maybe i'll try talking to dad about it. when i'm lucid again. latr *actual edit* Ok, yes I DID post something here last night. ... aarrrgh. that is embarrassing.
I messaged him. He hasn't gotten back to me yet. But at least now I can say I asked someone outside the me/my mom echo chamber whether or not this is a ridiculous thing to think about. It'd be kind of a lot of responsibility for me. Upkeep and yardwork. Dunno if I'd have the spoons. And I would have to find roomates/rent out the other rooms, which I know would be hard for me, and I don't know how that income would affect my disability bennies. But man, it's nice to dream.
...We also have a Mount Vernon here and I was really confused about how you were getting homes for those prices. That said, the little house with the one bedroom is like, ideal for me, overgrown evergreens and all. Loft bedroom! Hardwood floors! Detached garage! I wish there were pics.
@Starcrossedsky Actually, hold on, I got a shot of it when I was out there the other day... it is actually pretty cute. Part of why I think it's going for so low is that the street in front of it is torn up right now. Also I ran into the owner, and he indicated that there were other things broken that he'd "just gotten used to." Also there are some trees down and the backyard fence is leaning pretty hard. So, defs a fixer-upper. But still cute. I do like the picture window in the front. *edit* whoops, i should have cropped that a little more. Least it gives you a picture of how many tall trees there are. Answer: so many. (I do like trees.)
Talked to Dad, Dad says no, and where is this even coming from. Which is kinda how I thought it would go! Mom is making noises like she is going to talk to him and try to convince him. I... don't know what she thinks the deal is, like, does she think she's going to talk the money into existence or what. Situation is kind of as I expected: Mom got a sudden bug up her ass and decided a thing would be A Great Idea. (Last week Mom said she was contemplating murder-suicide because "if I can't take care of the house, and you can't take care of the house," something something how can we even live etcetera. Please note that she has no actual intent to harm either of us, she just... kiiinda doesn't have a filter.) Well... it was nice to dream, anyway.
Oh, also, yesterday Mom was like, "You should show the house to Dennis!" Because Dennis is my dad's best friend and he also gets excited and decides things are A Great Idea, and is weirdly good at convincing people of things. No, wait, I was the one who mentioned showing them to Dennis, Mom just went "YEAH THAT'S A GREAT IDEA" just as I was saying "Eh, I probably shouldn't." Mom was like, "NO DENNIS WOULD TALK HIM INTO IT," and I was like, well, yeah, that's why I probably shouldn't show it to him. Friggin... people confuse me.
... Mom is still on about this. Am worried I'm about to be saddled with a house I can't take care of and a mortgage I can't afford. Wondering if I should officially request this thread moved to Advice or Is This Abuse.
I should probably be writing this in the ambien thread, but it pertains to this particular hysteria so. Sister talked Mom down about buying the house a month ago. It wouldn't have worked, and it hurt that that was the case. We did still end up going through with my mom's real estate agent friend, who said it was a good buy and would be an excellent investment for someone who was buying a house. And after that my sisters made clear that that last caveat did not apply to mom. (On the topic of the smaller one, before we even go out there the owners decided they'd get more money for an empty lot and took it off the market.) So, that was that. But for some reason I kept the zillow page open on my iphone. I guess maybe just. Hope, you know. Even though it was a stupid thing to hope for. This morning I glanced, and it was off the market. Nobig deal, right? No big deal. I started sobbing loud enough for my mom to hear me upstairs. It's stupid. I can't take care of a house. I couldn't pay the utilities. I sure as hell couldn't deal with roomates. And yet. There it goes. An imaginary chance of living somewhere without the constant spectre of getting kicked out hanging over me. Except it wouldn't be, because I'd fail. I'd screw up moneywise, wouldnt keep up with getting roomates and paying mortgage and utilities. Houses are for people who have fulltime jobs and the energy to keep up with maintenance. Places with enough floorspace to pace comfortably are for rich people. If you hadn't grown up such a spoiled brat the room you have now would be plenty. fuck it anyway.
