Chris bought this house under his name only (remember, we aren't legally married). Chris and I had been back together for a little while and I think he just wanted to please me. I hated renting, thought it was money down the drain. A mortgage is just like renting (or so I thought) but you are working towards owning, rather than helping someone else own.
|Right after we closed.|
|That bush was HUGE!|
|The back yard, we ended up taking out 4 tons of stuff out |
of this yard, and it was no way done when we stopped.
|We remodeled the bathroom.|
Chris is a good guy, but he's a procrastinator (a bad one) and since my name was not on the house, I couldn't do anything about it. He eventually tried to get a home modification, but by that time, they had raised the mortgage by $500 and when they gave us the modification, they only lowered $150, which we still couldn't afford.
So we ignored it. We quit working on the yard. Things quit getting done, after all, if we weren't keeping it, why make it better? We didn't like the house anyway and it needed a lot of work. Every year Chris would say "we're gonna lose the house this year" and then we didn't.
Then this year, Chris decided he wanted to try again. I was done with the house. It was damp and moldy. Mold growing on the ceiling in Maddox's room, our room (a bonus room we made into a bedroom when Maddox came along) wasn't insulated and I found mold on more than one pair of my leather shoes, along with the leather coat Chris ended up throwing away. When I would come back from visiting my family, I could smell the mold and it was horrifying. Early on the hot water handle in the bathtub broke, and in true procrastinator fashion, it didn't get fixed right away. The wrench we used to turn it on damaged the 60 year old stem, making it impossible to replace without spending a fortune to replace the plumbing. The the hot water heater started leaking a little, by this summer this summer, there was constantly a puddle in front of the dryer (downhill from the water heater). Needless to say, I was done with the house, but Chris wanted to try another loan modification. I decided it'd be good to do it, and then sell the house down the line, maybe at a loss, but at least we tried.
|This became our bedroom after Maddox was born.|
Driving by my old house is strange. When I moved from Lynnwood, I got homesick and was extremely sad whenever I went to see my sister there (I've since gotten over it) but I don't have those feelings about the M.V. house. I'm sad, but it's more of a incomplete feeling, like I left unfinished business there, and I'm sad that I'm not more sad. I'm sad to not be in the neighborhood anymore, where we had friends, and was close to Damian's school and friends, but we're only about a 10 min drive away.
I went back into the old house 2 days after moving out and it already smelled musty and like it had been sitting empty for months. It smelled exactly like it did before we moved in, which we attributed it to it being empty for about a year.
|This is the same room as the picture above with the curtains|