Welcome to our new project. Welcome to Cold Nose Mountain. I may have slightly renamed it! :)
My husband has been looking for a great 'deal' in real estate for quite awhile. I don't think I realized how serious he was about it. It was one of those things where I would always look at these real estate listings he'd pull up and say, 'looks great' and that was usually the extent of it. The 'looking' seemed to be the hobby and I even went along to look at some of them. Like this one, where you actually had to drive across the river to get to it. Luckily, it was off the market just a couple days after we did a drive-by so I didn't have to convince him out of this one!
Then, we went to look at another one about a month ago and I realized his 'looking' was maybe a little more serious. On the ride home, I blurted out 'I don't want another property' which led to a few days of tension. The thought of having more to keep up with in a remote area that we'd rarely use just didn't make any sense to me and seemed like way more of a burden than anything else. Who needs two houses when one is already plenty? Let alone one that is only partially finished. We already have plenty of 'projects', none of which I'll be giving up.
Then, I realized how much it meant to him and thought about from his angle instead of mine. The investment angle and the fact that the housing market is still low and even if we decide we don't want it long term, we'll be able to finish it and eventually sell it. I tried to have an open mind about it and said we should go look at the latest one again. Even I had to admit this seemed like a pretty good deal with lots of potential. We went...and then we found an open door. I had a complete change of heart and I realized what a good deal this particular one might be. Maybe I fell in love with this mountain retreat. Maybe I realized its potential.
The next day, we set up a true showing of it. We brought in our recruits (aka my brother-in-law and father-in-law) to make sure it seemed like a building with good 'bones' to it. We talked, we researched, we dug up lots of information. We pieced together the entire puzzle of its history to come up with our offer approach. We made the offer, my husband did some convincing of proving the people to take on this type of project would be unique and we were those people. The seller accepted. We had a few hiccups, one of which led to me standing in a bank two days before our closing looking completely desperate and asking for any other solutions they had to our little 'issue'. My desperation worked and many more phone calls later, we had everything we needed, showed up to our closing and now own this unfinished house. The great room (which is mostly finished, although it needs a full kitchen put in - I fell in love with those doors to the back full of rock outcroppings).
A big project, the kind my husband loves and we'll be knocking out projects left and right. It's all stuff he can do and we've done lots of projects together so this adventure now seems exciting. We've taken our current house just about as far as we can and have done a lot of work to it. I guess it's time for the next big thing. Most of the light fixtures at the mountain place are now installed, some deck boards repaired, one round of cleaning, three rooms painted and much, much more to come.
One of the first projects I took on was painting over this mural in part of the bathroom of the master suite. Part of me felt a little bad doing it because I can't imagine how long this took but I also can't imagine all these animals staring at me when I go to the bathroom.
...and lots of woods to explore.
And, there's the reveal of yet another major reason why marathon training is on hold.