Two years ago, my fiancé and I bought a house and completely gutted and remodeled it. It seemed like such a good idea at the time, as all terrible decisions initially do.
After being told it would take six weeks to complete, 6-8 months later they were finally ‘finished’. And by finished, I mean it looked like absolute shit. The painter, after initially painting all the rooms the incorrect colors, had stopped showing up. He honestly painted half the kitchen and never returned (but did manage to steal my sunglasses on his way out). Our hardwoods all started buckling and coming up so bad, we even took a nail gun to them one fateful evening. Our General Contractor (who ended up not actually being a contractor) had moved to Idaho and stopped returning phone calls.
Then we learned while hard, it’s not impossible to sue someone in Idaho while in Louisiana.
And while I learned a great many things about myself during this period, be it the fact I can easily now paint, tile or stain anything, another interesting thing I learned was apparently if you take my money and run, I’ll follow you to the ends of the earth. Idaho included.
So after sinking another round of ungodly money into the house to actually finish it, we finally sold it. Literally, a lot of blood, sweat and tears went into that house. And since we had a lot of trouble selling it, we decided to take a break from house buying for a bit. We needed time to lick our wounds and have lots of drinks to dull the memories. And just have some drinks in general.
Apparently, forget we did, because we just bought another house. And it needs so much work, it’s getting completely taken down the studs.
I barely survived House War I, lets see if we survive HWII.
I’m already skeptical.