Aspects of our last two houses drove me crazy, but I never felt downright animosity for either of them. I am really beginning to hate this house. Maybe it's the difference between living in a dry climate (AZ) versus a soggy one (WA). Maybe it's the difference in housing materials (block and stucco vs. wood). Maybe it's the age difference (20-30 years vs. 60).
Part of me wants to take out a giant second mortgage, put on a second story, and hire a professional to fix every little thing that is wrong and needs repair. Then my rational side kicks in. We are the smallest house in the neighborhood and the most expensive when we purchased five years ago. We are the only ones without a basement and/or a second story (but we have a kick-ass garage with an office and a man cave). We are already priced out of the neighborhood. Even if we stay another 18 years as planned, I don't think we'll ever get that ROI.
The owners four streets down have the right idea: tear it down and start fresh. The only thing they saved was the basement.
PS- This house was advertised as having a low maintenance yard. Lies!
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