Monday, January 4, 2010

Grammas House

I had chose the title At Gramma's House with the babies in mind. I want Gramma's house to always be a fun place to visit with lots of unique and fun things to do. I am taking my que from my daughter's step-grandma. Her name is Margaret and she was an awesome friend and mother in law as well. She taught me how to quilt, how to dye easter eggs using onion skins, and also how to bake pies--that year we made 13 for our Christmas dinner, we were having so much fun we just kept going and going and going. She always gave us the most unique gifts, like the "hers and hers" antique monogrammed pillowcases she gave my then middle school aged daughter. She simply stated she was too young to have a his and hers, and we all laughed at her cleverness. Anyway, I lost Margaret in a divorce 8 years ago, I would have negotiated her in the divorce contract, but I thought her son probably needed her more than I, so I gave in. I actually really only lost her when she moved to Virginia a couple years ago, I hate to travel and therefore I doubt I will ever see her again, but she will always hold a special place in my heart.

Anyway, today I was thinking about how Gramma's house is for sale and who knows what our next house will even look like--could be an apartment over the shop until we find just the right place. You would think finding a house would be easy, I think statistically in Fort Wayne 3 out of every 10 homes are currently vacant, but alas we go in search every weekend and nothing feels like "home". I find it very sad to walk into a home that someone once loved, only to see it in total disrepair simply out of frustration of the previous owner losing it in a foreclosure. I can't tell you the number of times we have searched the internet, thought we found a great home that is well decorated and obviously happily lived in, only to arrive to a now foreclosed property that has been totally trashed by an angry individual. It saddens me to see doors torn off hinges, holes knocked in the walls, and God only knows what has caused the stains on all the carpets. Some of the houses, well most of the houses, I have to hide my nose in the neck of my shirt because the smell is so bad. And we aren't looking at bottom of the barrel priced homes either!

Last week we found a gem, the owner is still living there but we learned on our way there he is about to lose it. He is the last on our list so we play tag with his Realtor, first he can show it only after 2 (we asked for a morning appointment), then he can't show it at all, two hours later he guesses he will let us come thru in the afternoon...When we arrive on time, we are met at the door by a female informing us he is still in the shower and we should wait in our vehicle until they are gone. (Indiana in the wintertime, very cold, snow on the ground, snowing now, did I mention very cold?)

When we can finally enter, the first thing that catches my eye is an imprint of someone's fist in the drywall next to the front door--nice. Keep in mind the house is only 6 years old. Next, is the kitchen where we see at least 75 very large Vodka bottles on display--maybe the reason he can't afford his mortgage payments? A knee sized hole in the laundry room and 6 or 7 other fist holes in various rooms thru out the home. Somehow I felt better when I saw the large hole in his king sized tv, I thought well at least it isn't just the house he delves his anger on. This one is off the list simply because we could never trust the depth of his anger when the sheriff serves him his final papers.

What was suppose to be a fun adventure in finding our new home together has turned into more of an unwanted chore I am afraid. Our realtor wanted to take us back out next week, and I have decided to wait, three weeks in a row is just too much and I am actually looking forward to a trip to Cabella's instead!

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