This is one of those posts that only a few of you will actually care about. No inspirational photos or ideas. Just messy, real life.
I have avoided officially announcing it (unless you are on Instagram) because I was afraid of jinxing it, but let’s be honest. Nothing is a secret for me. So as a means of explanation for being a bit absent and more scattered than usual …
We moved to the barn. And we accepted an offer on our house.
The good news
We accepted an offer almost a month ago and have been juggling all kinds of balls ever since.
After brief and civil negotiations, we moved onto inspections. Which led to some repairs and issues that needed to be addressed. Which led to dollar signs and too many phone calls and lots of appointments and a few tears (from me, because it was a lot going on).
And we’ve been frantically working to organize and pack and move stuff.
We have one more small load of “junk” that needs to packed up and moved into storage, but after two weekends, we are officially moved.
We were supposed to close on Nov. 3, which would have given us a week to make sure we didn’t forget anything major, clean the house well, repair and touch up paint, and shampoo all the rugs that will need to dry out before going into storage for the next year.
When it hit the fan
And then we got a huge bombshell – the buyers want us to replace the roof following the the roofing inspection report. (9 a.m., Edited to add: The reason the buyers are asking for the roof to be replaced is that the roofing inspector doesn’t believe it has at least three years of life. So that’s a concern for the buyers and the bank. But still a total bummer for us.)
So, that put the brakes on everything. And that’s where we’re at. Trying to negotiate how to get the roof replaced without going broke. A roof shouldn’t be a big deal, but the cost of replacing our roof was sky-high (almost 15 percent of the purchase price). It is a steep pitch, two stories, with at least three layers of shingles. Plus, it needs all new sheeting and has zero access for booms and whatever. That means a lot of labor.
The whole thing makes me sick. The roof is pretty much the ONLY thing not replaced on our house.
So we’re waiting to hear back from the appraisal and the buyers. Any good vibes, prayers and zen would be appreciated.
Then I realized I was cursed
Other crazy things that happened in the past week:
- We spent a small fortune in gas, as we tried to move everything from our house. How did we ever acquire that much stuff?
- I was in a minor car accident.
- We put tires on my car, only to find out they were installed backwards.
- The fridge in one of the rental properties went out.
- I tried use the kitchen helper as a stool and it didn’t end well for either of us.
- After moving all the large furniture into storage, Henry wasn’t much of a fan of sleeping in his room. I think it was too echo-y. Which means I was sleeping on the floor a lot.
- After moving to the barn, Henry also decided that sleeping by himself was for the birds. In his new barn room, there is just about an extra inch of floor space next to his bed to lie down (length and width-wise). That means it feels a bit like I imagine lying in a coffin to feel like.
You may not want to be near me. I’m clearly cursed.
But seriously, I love our people
No huge surprise, moving sucks. Selling your house sucks. That’s just the truth.
I’m legitimately never doing this again. (I’m not counting moving into the house when we build because it’s not really a MOVE, right?)
But seriously. Never. Ever. Ever.
Henry will have to drag me out of that house. To take me to the loony bin.
But you know what I’ve learned from this whole process?
We have seriously have the best people. So maybe we are not so cursed after all. (Kidding. We’re still totally cursed.)
- My parents, who let us literally move 90 percent of our home into their barn, took dozens of loads there on their own, and provided so much labor and free babysitting, it should be illegal.
- My brother, who is probably going to turn us into the authorities for all the free labor he’s provided. Most people call it slavery. We call it family.
- Ryan’s parents, who have watched Henry at all hours and helped finish the barn apartment details in these final stages. Also – they feed us a lot. Which is helpful when all I have in the fridge is a hot dog and four carrots.
- My friend Shannon, who has truly gone above and beyond what most friends would do – helping me unpack and organize the entire barn, shampooing carpets, babysitting Henry, and bringing me ice cream.
- Ryan’s friend Jon, who loaded up nearly all of our heavy furniture and appliances early on a Saturday morning.
- Michelle, who not only stowed away a truckload of moving boxes for us, but also checks in on me to make sure I haven’t gone off the deep end. (Still up for debate.)
- And pretty much every other person I’ve come in contact with in the past month – from my book club gals to craft night friends to blog buddies to strangers at Target. Every single person who I’ve regaled with my bad luck and give me sympathy and hugs and cookies.
So … we just keep on keeping on. And hope that this house closes and we settle into this barn.
Also – I’m hoping for reliable, fast Internet service soon.
(Is that too much to ask?)
More soon. I can’t wait to show you the barn – it’s really coming together.