My New House!!
Now Playing: My New House in Morgantown
Topic: Country Home
Hello again! I know it has been a while since I last wrote on here, but I have a VERY good reason. After a long weekend with my crazy brother and sister-in-law, followed up by a Sunday with my parents, I found out that the house I had bid on was now mine! After many years of throwing money away on rent, I am now a homeowner (or will be after I close on the 26th of Sept). Since then its been a flurry of packing, work, going to class, and start all over in the morning of the next day.
Some people have actually said I'm trying to kill myself by doing all this at once, but I think there's at least one more straw before this camel's back breaks. Anyway, let me show you the house-
Yes, it has a front door, it's just open. This type of house is known as an American Four-Square, but when I grew up I called them farmhouses. It's got a big front porch, a deck around the side, and planting beds on the side and back. The back yard is also bigger than the front, which means no doubt I will have a garden. There is a full finished basement and finished attic room, too. Of course, there are other little gems in this jewel box:
This is the front entry. The house was built in 1925 and thankfully retains all the original woodwork. I can't wait to move in!
This is all solid oak, by the way -
The best part of the entry, though, is the pocket doors. These slide back into the walls, out of sight. I didn't know about them until AFTER we bought the house. I'm wondering what other surprises are hiding in this house. I know I'm going to have fun finding out! (The table was left behind by the previous owners)
Another good bit of the house is the fireplace in the living room, or I guess you would call it "The Parlor". It's all original, including the spongework green ceramic tiles - that's John in the mirror. He took all these pictures for me on an evening I had class and couldn't go with him and the realtor.
Yes, I know... the border is hideous and has GOT to go.
This is the side deck - a little powerwashing and waterseal will do this wonders. And if you see the woman's head in the lower left hand side under the deck, that's only Gina, the realtor.
At first I was concerned about buying a house in town - but this part of Morgantown is right on the edge of the historical district- most of the houses are older, and it is a nice place to just walk around the neighborhood. Of course, almost every window in the house has a great view of the mountains. The house is up on a hill above the neighborhood, so it's pretty sweet.
I may or may not be blogging for the next few weeks. With moving and all, it may fall by the side for a bit. But I assure you, when I get into the house I will post more about what we do and what we find. There is an old cellar in the basement that is sealed shut! What will I find in there? A treasure? A body? LOL... I'll keep you posted.
What lies beyond this sealed cellar door in the basement? I'll keep you posted. Don't you just love a good mystery? I do.
UPDATE: Some of you have contacted me regarding this house - and let me tell you, it was not exactly the dream house - more of a hidden nightmare of a place. This all came out from the house inspection - for example, here is a list:
-dissolving foundation (not just crumbling, dissolving!) apparently the mortar was dissolving the blocks.
-homemade electrical wiring which the inspector said should have burned the house down by now.
-the front porch was a rotten frame clad in new wood to hide the mess
-the deck's posts were each only attached with one nail! ONE! I mean, nails are pretty inexpensive... so?
- there was water damage on the first floor wall from the bathroom that had leaked
- 3 kinds of mold growing in the basement - yellow, black, and crimson (I didn't know there was crimson mold, but there it was looking like a blood splatter on the wall!)
-and that cute little cellar door? it was hiding a giant pool of water!
And that's just the short list. I won't go into the rotten window frames, roof that need replaced, and the gutters.
So needless to say I backed out of that one pretty fast. It sucked because I had already decorated the house in my mind and told everyone I was moving in.
However, about a week or so later I found another house, in the same neighborhood, with a bigger, flat yard (hard to come by here in Morgantown), and it has almost all the same features as the other one. I still have the same fireplace and staircase, but not the huge basement. There is a basement, but it is only half the size of the other one. I also don't have the pocket doors, but I figure when that other house falls down I will just go get them and put them in this one. LOL.
The new house
It's a three bedroom, one bath like the other house, but the attic is unfinished. It does however have a new roof, new drainage, and new windows. The kitchen is a discombobulated mess, but like most old houses the kitchen needs help.
The living room - I know, what is with the drop ceiling?
The dining room
The yard - almost an acre!
Needless to say, the new house is really nice, even though it is 88 years old.
Andi, an avid reader of this blog and self-described master of run-on sentences, wrote me this email when she heard about the last house:
Well, first of all, I'm sorry to hear that things didn't go quite as planned concerning the purchase of your first home. On the other hand, thank goodness for home inspectors! I would be even sorrier to read your blog detailing all of the issues you mentioned AFTER you were the owner of that first house. And I'm quite certain this isn't the first time you've heard or thought the same thing! I'd be even sorrier yet to reluctantly imagine you running, arms akimbo, from the electrical fire that started as you toasted the bread for your first breakfast in the new house, desperately planning your escape to the water hole in the disintegrating basement as the windows fall out of their rotting frames allowing the smoke to escape and thereby alerting your neighbors that there may be something amiss, and you notice in your peripheral vision that the deck posts are detaching from the deck, which means that the firemen will have to hack their way in through the failing roof, and the whole porch simultaneously commences its collapse from the inside out, releasing a nest of now-starving termites upon the rest of the house, and in the meantime you have to be treated for the head injury you receive as you run smack dab into the "Crimson Tide" (is wall mold poisonous?) on the hardest part of the not-yet-dissolved basement wall because in your hurry to flee the fire you have stepped on one of the ten deck nails (what are the chances of that?), and you're hopping on one foot wondering when was the last time you managed to go the doctor for a tetanus booster, and then you are distracted by Michael Phelps, who is swimming laps in your cellar "indoor pool." That's what would really suck! Because your camera is upstairs! And the lovely wooden staircase has by now been devoured by the newly freed termites! So, things always happen for a reason. And I am so happy none of that will happen!
Thanks Andi! I hope to be able to post the ongoing saga of the new house and share it with you all soon!
Posted by storytellerwv
at 10:05 AM EST
Updated: Sunday, 18 January 2009 8:01 PM EST