On and off for the past, I don't know, 6 years now, I've had these crazy urges to buy property. I've been slipping into one of these Mortgage Moods lately and my recent trip to Portland with all it's adorable clapboard houses with their teensy-precious gardens and ridiculous affordability fanned the flame like a fire breather at a WWE event.
Man-o-man do I want to own a place where I can keep my dog hair encrusted furniture, closets full of shoes, and millions of half-finished projects. Maybe I'll even have an outdoor or fire-escape area where I can plant an herb garden that I will eventually murder. If I have a back yard I could bury the remains there and no one will ever know! (Cackle!)
Who knows, maybe they'd even grow back, just to spite me...
The point is, house hunting is hard. Like, a mega-pain-in-the-ass. That's why people hire brokers and agents and all that. But I can only afford the actual property(*not true, I can't even remotely afford any of this). I don't want to pay some half-wit's salary who just so happened to get their expedited realestate license during the housing bubble of 2001 who desperately needs a new sale to keep making payments on their Tahoe.
So, being the DIY kind of girl that I am, and having such good friends like you, I think we can pull our efforts and get me a nice place, with or with out need for some tough and/or tender construction love, in a decent neighborhood, near a park, maybe with a tree out front, in a 1-5 block radius of a subway stop, lots of windows, and if possible, some sort of private/communal outdoor space. For real cheap. Ready? Set. GO!
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