The house I was living in was perfect. Perfect layout, perfect yard, nothing wrong with it.
The problem is that it was a rental. I thought It was time to buy and pay a lower mortgage than the rent payment I had. I didn't tell my landlord like I should have. I was afraid if he knew I was looking he would rent the house before I had time to find one.
I went and bought a house that turned out to be a handy man special. I am middle aged and have a chronic bad back, I specifically told my realtor I can't do a fixer upper. They sold me this house anyway.
I know some of you will say, 'Well, gee, didn't you look at it?". Of course I did. Keep in mind, a realtor will sell you ANYTHING just to get their commission. It's hard to look at 'everything' when they walk in and open everything up for you, (Stupid practice as it only makes the house dirty), and whisk you through. They stare at you while you are looking and provide absolutely no knowledge about the house itself. I understand why people people choose to sell by owner.
It really gets me angry that there was no owner disclosure, the owner should be ashamed.
Like I said, the house has problems, I'm talking about a screen room and backroom that flood every time it rains. Those rooms are useless. This house was very neglected, no windowsills, deadbolt lock on the front door, every sliding glass door is broken. Every vertical blind track is broken. Remember now, the house is opened up before I enter. Bugs, of course it has bugs. Appliances don't work, (Funny, they worked during inspection). It needed a little gutter work, turns out, all the gutters need replaced. Spiders, Oh my god, the spiders. I am not used to living like this. It's feel awful and negative.
The yard has no grass, it is all weeds and ants. Totally needs new sod. Couldn't tell right away because it was cut so low. Good real estate ploy. Every other yard in the neighborhood has grass, must be the soil. So, no more Easter eggs hunts etc. Again, I don't live this way. I'm so embarrassed. I made a huge mistake.
I loved my other house. It had grass and flowers and no ants! No bugs, clean, perfect layout. Nothing weird. I felt so at home. Turns out my landlord really liked me and I probably could have eventually bought that one. I am sick to my stomach. I know this is a mistake I can't fix.
I hate being home. I cry all the time. There is no fixing this place to where I like it. I just want to go back.