As mentioned in the previous post, we recently moved. While searching for a home, the realtor asked me what features I hoped for and I told him the only deal-breaker would be a fixer upper. We had one of those in Tennessee some years back and I swore I would never do that again. I'm older now, and tireder.
And yet, a fixer upper is what we bought. Why? Because I fell in love with the office where I now sit surrounded by newly painted walls and unpacked boxes.
Thankfully the house mainly needs cosmetic work, and we saved enough on the price of the home that we could afford a contractor to take care of some of it before we moved in. (Who invented popcorn ceilings, by the way?)
Still, our first week here had some glitches. It took several phone calls and a couple visits by a technician to get cable and internet working. We have a temperamental loud ceiling fan that runs only when it wants to, a washing machine that walks across the floor during the spin cycle, a fridge that keeps things luke-cool (not warm but not cold), and a busted water softener that flooded the garage.
But I'm loving it here. And whenever I think less than kind thoughts about our fixer upper, I remind myself it could be worse. It could be...
"The Money Pit... If they've got what it takes, it's going to take everything they've got."
Fandanago Movieclips Classic Trailers: The Money Pit (1986)
So far our home is not a money pit, but I gotta tell ya... as I waded into the pond of water in the garage, my anxiety level lowered greatly when I mimicked Walter's (Tom Hanks) laugh...
(The laugh begins around 2:17.)
Fandango Movieclips: Walter's Laugh
