In our quest for larger place close to work we came across a historic stone home on a highway north of town. The home was mid-way through it's renovation and still needed air conditioning, plumbing, etc. Our realtor (The Great Jon Brown) said it was way overpriced and showed us some comps in the area. The first MLS sheet he showed us caught our eye. "Why does that house have a hole in the middle?" "What is behind those trees?" My husband did a drive by the next day and took me by the house that evening. As soon as we started driving through the neighborhood I became excited. 60's ranches, Tudors, cottages, and even new construction lined the streets. It was exactly what I had been looking for. We pulled up to the house and I immediately recognized it. We had seen it online before, but weren't wowed. It just goes to show that pictures can be deceiving, especially pictures taken by a tired old realtor. The house spoke to me. That hole, Described by the MLS sheet as a carport, was actually a porte cache! The garage attached was two story but not visible in the pictures because of the large Bradford Pears littering the yard.
The next day we walked through the house and immediately made an offer. The home was being sold "As is" so we knew we were in for a little bit of work. We were surprised when our offer was immediately accepted. Now...the inspection.
Everything was going fine until we saw the crack. Okay, its more of a fault line running through the stone. Luke and I made lists, fought, cried. Finally we negotiated the price a little more and signed the papers.
Now here we are 5 months later and what was move-in ready is now a disaster zone.
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