This was NOT the right house.
I think a hoarder lives there. It was *nothing* like the pictures.
The ceilings of the upstairs bedrooms were so low, combined with the sloped walls…it was claustrophobic. Not only that, there were no closets!
The clutter was everywhere. We could barely see the walls. There were huge deer heads and stuffed turkeys all over the place downstairs.
The cellar/basement had a damp floor with clutter mildewing in it.
The big barn outside had the wall panels collapsing inside of it, and the barn itself was filled with clutter.
There were a couple of abandoned buildings packed with clutter and random items on the property that had unsafe floors, we’d have to tear them down because the girls would wander in and get hurt. They had rotting floors with holes that were open to a pit underneath. (Snakes!)
The house was really old, but nothing had been well maintained. It was just kind of crappy and on the way to being run down.
The wood stove was extremely smokey, and the carpet around it was burned.
And on top of all that, there was no cell phone service at all. No bars. No 3G.
Want to know my favorite part? This is how you can tell the seller had no motivation to fix up anything before showing the house.
This was on the grill right by the back door.
That’s right–they couldn’t even be bothered to throw away those big ol’ turkey legs and the turkey beard.
WHO LEAVES OLD ANIMAL PARTS SITTING RIGHT OUTSIDE THE DOOR TO A HOUSE YOU’RE SHOWING??
The first thing you see when you get out of the car and go up to the door? Some feet with flies on them, steaming in the 80 degree humid weather.
Obviously the property has an abundance of wild turkeys. Yum. But please–throw away their feet man!
So, yeah. Not the right place.
We’ve got a couple other places we want to look at. We’ll see.
I am disappointed, but I kind of love how nothing is for certain. It’s like waiting for a surprise. We’ll find the right place eventually, I hope.
On the upside, our little house seems so much cleaner and nicer after being in this smokey dilapidated old place. (And my chickens are so much nicer with their legs attached to their bodies!)