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Tuesday, July 1, 2014

SLICE OF LIFE

I'm getting ready to sell a house.

Or at least I hope I'm getting ready to sell a house.

And it's been more than a little stressful.

But maybe I should start at the beginning.

Eight years ago, shortly after I adopted the boys, it became apparent that my little two bedroom bungalow, in a not very diverse part of Denver, was not quite going to work for our family. It wasn't big enough for their ever growing bodies. No one in the neighborhood looked like them. And it was twenty miles, through city traffic, away from the school where I worked and they attended, and the area where their friends lived, and where all of their sports practices and games were held.

And so, even though I have always loved living in the center of the city, I bought a home in that far east suburb of Denver. And sold my house, ok, well first I rented it, but that's another story.

And to be really honest, even though the boys loved being close to their friends and activities, and the house- with a loft for their video games, and a basement for their drum set, and a huge yard-was perfect for our growing family, I hated the house and the area from the day we moved in. It just wasn't me.

Four years later, when my boys were ready for high school, the coach they had loved, who had filled the father figure role in their lives, was moving on to coach high school football at a more centrally located school. And I decided to follow him and move back to the city.

Except by that point, the bottom had completely fallen out of the real estate market in that part of town. And you couldn't give away a house, let alone sell one. I contemplated a short sale, or foreclosure, and finally decided to rent the house. A friend of the boys had an aunt who was getting divorced and needed somewhere to live. She wanted to rent for a year, then buy it. She was a pharmaceutical sales rep, someone who seemed like she would take good care of the house. I painted, got the carpets cleaned, windows washed, and she moved in.

A year went by, two, three, and now four. I've had the air conditioning repaired. Replaced the refrigerator. And six months ago the hot water heater. This year, my tenant switched jobs. Took a pay cut. Has not been very good about paying rent on time. Bounced several checks. I am not good at confrontation and it's been really stressful.

Earlier this spring, I decided I would try to sell again. The market has improved and my realtor thinks we have a much better chance of selling. I told my tenant she would need to move out as soon as school got out. I thought we would do a few repairs, get the carpets cleaned, and put the house on the market by mid June.

It hasn't quite worked that way. My tenant's mother died, so I let her stay two extra weeks. And the few repairs have turned into a lot of repairs. Stuff that my tenant was supposed to fix- a broken window, two linoleum floors that her puppy chewed up, a bedroom that her teenage daughter had begged to paint, and started, but never finished, didn't get done. I should have collected a security deposit when she moved in, but she was a single mom, newly divorced, broke, and I felt sorry for her, so I didn't. She is supposed to give me the $1300 deposit when she could, but it never happened. It still hasn't. And so I'm stuck with the repairs.

Besides all the rental damage, the house is twenty years old. It needs updating- a new kitchen, new fixtures,  new windows. A hailstorm a couple of weeks ago destroyed the roofs of pretty much every house in the neighborhood. I have $1000 deductible, but it right now, it feels like a million.

To make a long story short, the house still is not on the market. I had to take out a home equity loan to make all the repairs. I've spent the summer running errands. To Home Depot. To the bank. To the real estate office. To meet the handyman at the house. To Home Depot.  To the bank. To meet the roofer at the house. To Home Depot.

And when I'm not running errands, I'm working at the house. Mowing. Watering. Pulling weeds. Dragging away trash that the tenant left. Talking to the sprinkler system guy about why the backyard is not getting any water.

When I'm not running errands or working at the house, I'm working. My district has several curriculum projects going this summer. They needed help. And I needed money. So I'm writing curriculum in my spare time.

I'm trying to stay positive. Looking forward to the day that the house will actually be on the market. Envisioning it sold. Hoping I will make enough to pay off the mortgage and the realtor and the loan. Hoping I will get to read a book or two before I go back to school.

But it hasn't been a very fun summer so far.

11 comments:

Tara Smith said...

Ugh. I can fel your frustration, Carol - and all the woes that have come from what was, in its essence, and act of kindness and an attitude of sensitivity. Here's hoping that you can put it all behind you, and close on a deal soon.
PS. Would you happen to know a 7th. grade teacher by the name of Rachel Stenftnagel? She was my mentee and now teaches in the DPS?

Carol said...

Tara,
I don't know Rachel.I looked her up on the district directory and she teaches at a middle school on the SW side of town, I'm NW. I will watch for her in trainings, etc. Tell her to feel free to contact me if she needs anything.
Carol

Julie Crain said...

Sounds like a frustrating summer so far! Hope you hit a smooth patch soon!

Carol said...

Wait a second, Tara! I had Rachel in a class I taught for the ELA dept this spring. It was a big class- over 30 people, and we only had three face to face sessions, so I don't know her well, but I did come across her one time.

Chris said...

Home ownership is never fun. May your big heart and hard work pay off with a home sale! Sending positive vibes your way.

writekimwrite said...

Carol I admire your tenacity and know that God is using you to be a great source of encouragement! What a hard year you have had! Yet you persevere and continue steadfastly. I know this is not easy. You inspire me during my trials! Remember you are never alone! Hugs and prayers! (How was your trip to California? Did I miss you writing about it?) Can you do something today that brings you a bit of delight and fun? I hope you can make some time for that.

Lisa Corbett said...

Ugh! So frustrating! Someone taking advantage of your kindness makes it feel worse. Good luck!

elsie said...

This is not a slice of life, it is the whole pie of life. You continue to make lemonade while the lemons are being tossed in your direction. Hang on Carol, you have such a big heart. I wish I could stop by and help you out.

Mandy said...

Sorry to read about your frustration but I also read you have stamina to see this through and stamina will lead you to a sale. Hang in there and writing is helpful and sharing with other is helpful.

Ramona said...

Carol, I read this morning and thought about you all day. Do you realize how tenacious you are? Hang in there, I'm hoping for a quick sell, and time for you to relax and read those books before school starts.

Loralee said...

You were wonderful to the mom!

I can feel your frustration with the house. Crazy house! Let's pray that it sells quickly and you get some Carol time!