The Madness
It's funny to me (rubber chicken, not funny "ha ha") that things will happen in my life and I think, "Woah. Everything is dropping into place at a ridiculous rate. This must be MEANT TO BE." And I think that about absolutely crazy stuff; my brain has no filter when it comes to "impossible". Leave Boston and move to FL when you're 8 months pregnant? Sure! Quit your awesome job because you might be able to make money flipping houses? Why not?! But then when I start to encounter a little resistance I think, "Ok, you just went for a ride on the crazy train. The stars are NOT aligning. You should get off this train now."
And here's how this applies to *right now*. Sometime in the last 2 weeks, I started to reopen the "moving to PA" door. I think it's related to 2 things - the fact that my dad is having hernia surgery in a few weeks, and even though this might not be an epic procedure, there have been quite a few health issues with Mama and Papa lately (mostly Papa), and I am WORRIED. And the second item is that I feel like I have gotten a foothold in the house rehab world, and I'm confident enough that I can do it elsewhere.
I am very happy here in Florida, but I do not want to live my life regretting a move not made. I want to spend time around my parents as adults, and have them present in my childrens' lives - not just when they are terribly ill.
Anywho, my mom called me last Thursday to say that the property next to theirs is for sale. This place is a rehabbers dream (maybe nightmare). It's a 5,900 SF converted barn that needs a complete gut job. The roof and septic system are shot. And the interior is currently two (large) living spaces, which they rent out half. They are asking a decent enough price, but the work alone is probably $200k. On the flip side, I could probably sell it and make another $100k. So not a bad thing, just a scary thing. I've spent the last 3 days discussing with my husband, and he has tenatively stated that he would move there if we could get it for the right price and fix it up. WHAT?!?!?!?! (PS - this throws another wrench in the works, because I don't know how much we can afford the purchase price + rehabs if this is our own house...)
Now I'm in crazy mode. I'm considering buying plane tickets and making offers. I'm worried that someone else has already gotten it (but if they did, oh well, that's life) but I'm still anxious about it! In thinking of the logistics, I've talked to 3 people about watching my kids so Matt and I could go, and all of them said it wasn't doable. So now, now I'm thinking that this is resistance and maybe it's not meant to be. Maybe I should give up on this hair-brained scheme. (I have lots of them. Even though I've executed a few, there are dozens more that haven't made it to fruition.)
And that's it. That is my venting. 6 months from now, I wonder what will come of this post..
(PS - the thought of a 5,900 SF house appalls me. I have plans, and they don't include conditioning and cleaning nearly 6k of space. They do include a very nice suite for you to come visit us though!)
And here's how this applies to *right now*. Sometime in the last 2 weeks, I started to reopen the "moving to PA" door. I think it's related to 2 things - the fact that my dad is having hernia surgery in a few weeks, and even though this might not be an epic procedure, there have been quite a few health issues with Mama and Papa lately (mostly Papa), and I am WORRIED. And the second item is that I feel like I have gotten a foothold in the house rehab world, and I'm confident enough that I can do it elsewhere.
I am very happy here in Florida, but I do not want to live my life regretting a move not made. I want to spend time around my parents as adults, and have them present in my childrens' lives - not just when they are terribly ill.
Anywho, my mom called me last Thursday to say that the property next to theirs is for sale. This place is a rehabbers dream (maybe nightmare). It's a 5,900 SF converted barn that needs a complete gut job. The roof and septic system are shot. And the interior is currently two (large) living spaces, which they rent out half. They are asking a decent enough price, but the work alone is probably $200k. On the flip side, I could probably sell it and make another $100k. So not a bad thing, just a scary thing. I've spent the last 3 days discussing with my husband, and he has tenatively stated that he would move there if we could get it for the right price and fix it up. WHAT?!?!?!?! (PS - this throws another wrench in the works, because I don't know how much we can afford the purchase price + rehabs if this is our own house...)
Now I'm in crazy mode. I'm considering buying plane tickets and making offers. I'm worried that someone else has already gotten it (but if they did, oh well, that's life) but I'm still anxious about it! In thinking of the logistics, I've talked to 3 people about watching my kids so Matt and I could go, and all of them said it wasn't doable. So now, now I'm thinking that this is resistance and maybe it's not meant to be. Maybe I should give up on this hair-brained scheme. (I have lots of them. Even though I've executed a few, there are dozens more that haven't made it to fruition.)
And that's it. That is my venting. 6 months from now, I wonder what will come of this post..
(PS - the thought of a 5,900 SF house appalls me. I have plans, and they don't include conditioning and cleaning nearly 6k of space. They do include a very nice suite for you to come visit us though!)
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