The land/house search has not gone well. I found a little plot of land at a tolerable price. Finally figured out who to speak with about what could be placed on land. From there, I witnessed my hopes go up in smoke. No tiny homes, no homes under 750 square feet, and no manufactured or modular homes. These restrictions quickly put the housing potential into a price range I could not afford.
I then expanded my search (and my budget) and ended up in a decently sized town 22 miles north of the land. I found several homes under 900 square feet within my budget. My mom pestered me to expand my budget higher citing that we could always give a lower bid. I did although I thought she was playing a dangerous game. Her idea of max budget is twice what my max budget is. This price increase led to a few more homes yet they seemed like they were in worse shape than the cheaper homes.
Finding a realtor to show me these listings was an issue. I emailed two and never heard anything. Called another who came highly recommended by folks I knew in this town. She did not return my call until August 17th which was too late. I eventually called a real estate office and they connected me to an agent who was there in the office. He was clearly a little nonplussed by my budget and requirements given the tone of his voice. Nevertheless, he promised to show me my listings and some others he’d pull on August 19th.
On August 18th, my mom, my maternal grandmother (who’s visiting from Ohio), and I headed down to the town. It is a 3 hour drive from my mom’s house. We passed through the town to the one I had found land in. For a district boasting a lot of stuff, it had nothing except a lot of fantastically wonderful A-frame houses at prices 10 times more than my budget. If I had the money to build my own small home, it would be an A-frame. Was sort of glad that my idea with the land fizzled so spectacularly though. We went up in the mountains near there to visit Bishop’s Castle. A castle being hand-built outside of San Isabel National Forest. What was built was quite lovely although, for those afraid of heights like myself, it was also very terrifying to tour.
Stayed the night in the town with the houses. Our hotel was only two blocks from the real estate office which was really nice as my mom kept getting lost driving through the town to the hotel. Met up with the realtor at 9am and quickly realized that he did not pull any additional listings. To make matters worse, he did not book the showings until the night before/that morning so some of the listings I had pulled were unable to allow showings. He really did not take me seriously.
The most expensive listing ended up being the worst house. Its floor was caving in, and its entire interior & exterior needed to be redone. The cheapest listing was actually two 576 square foot houses. One of the houses was not considered habitable (no bathroom or kitchen), and had been used as a painting studio if the multicolored paint splatters everywhere are any indication. The interior of the habitable house needed work. The kitchen and ceiling were in horrid shape. The bathroom was badly designed and needed help. The worst thing about both houses, though, were the crappy additions. The houses would have been ‘perfect’ otherwise. Sadly, the amount of repairs they need pushes them well out of my budget and my mom’s “budget”.
My mom and my realtor ended up betraying me though. The realtor found out my mom was considering buying several rental properties once I was established there which meant he no longer had any interest in me, and started kissing her ass. My mom betrayed me because she knew that I wanted a small house yet she later informed me that I could not have a house that small. If I wanted financial help in getting a house, I would have to get one that met her standards for a future rental property/one that had high resale potential. This means a home bigger than 1200 square feet with three bedrooms and two baths. A thousand gallons of NO. Nevertheless, by the time we made it back to her house, I was pissed as hell.
The realtor told my mom that he would scope out other listings for us and let us know if we should come back down again to look at houses. I sent him more listings in my size and price range yesterday. Will not let others’ disregard for my needs deter me from having my ideal home.
After all these years, I have the right to be selfish and put my needs first.
I’ve been dreaming of those two 576 square foot homes. I really wish I had the money to obtain them and fix them up. They are from the late 1800s, and it is so sad to see adorable old homes get disgraced. I do not need two homes but I figure the other one could be finished out then rented. There is an university and several colleges in the town so rentals are a very good thing.
I really wanted to move by the end of September, and have a home setup by the end of October so I could spend all of November writing. I see this want/hope/dream getting more translucent and tarnished as the days go by. Trying really hard to be optimistic. Just incredibly challenging when faced with the reality of my housing prospects. Hoping for a decently sized sum of money (~$50,000) to come my way so I can buy and repair that duo of small houses.