Wednesday, May 29, 2013

A Half-Finished Home

The other day, I found myself searching real estate listings in our area. Why, you might wonder, would I torture myself in this way, when we are marginally employed, have no money in savings, and struggle to make the minimum payments on our credit card bills? Because I was curious, and our dishwasher is broken, and I have big dreams of living in a tiny house on a bunch of land. You understand. 

I decided to search for houses one county over, since it's a bit more rural and cheaper than Wilmington. I narrowed down my search by lot size, which helped a bit. Then, I decided to search the word "cabin." Two seconds later, I was scrolling through our dream house. 

Luxury cabin!

Now, "house" might be pushing it, but only slightly. The home is half built, but completely livable - the second floor is unfinished, and has the potential to be two more bedrooms + another bathroom. The downstairs has a bedroom, bathroom, kitchen, and living room, as well as heat and AC. Nathan and I are DIY folk, so we'd actually enjoy finishing the house - especially if we could live in it while we worked (which, I admit, seems like one of those "famous last words" situations. Good thing this is all a fantasy!).

Not bad.

I like to call this "potential." 

This is where I would drink my morning coffee.

The best part of the house it that it sits on 10.5 acres of land. TEN POINT FIVE. 3.5 are cleared, the other seven are covered in hardwood forest. That is plenty of room to keep a flock of chickens and a few goats, and plant a huge garden that actually gets enough sunlight. And do you want to know how much the owner was asking for this half finished house and all this land? DO YOU? Let me tell you. 

$139,900. 

Negotiable. 

I KNOW. 

As soon as I read the listing, I sent it to Nathan, and immediately started dreaming of the view from my home office, how serene it would be to write books and essays while tucked away in the country, how I would take breaks from my work to wander the land and care for the animals. We could be actual homesteaders, instead of just pretending in our rental house. I was almost ready to start packing, might have even gone up to the attic to check on our cardboard box situation, when Nathan responded, saying he liked the house and it looked like a great deal, but we have no money, remember? 

Oh, yeah. Money. Cue my deep and profound depression. 

On the bright side, at least I know the kind of place I'd like to buy when we're in a position to own something, and it's good to know that Nathan is on board. For now, I'll be saving my pennies and trying to stay away from real estate websites, all while dreaming about the half finished home that's waiting for us somewhere (far) in the future.