Nope, Nope, Nope.
The renters are moving into the house we own in town this weekend.
In some ways it’s a relief to have that over and done with, and funny to think of someone else living in our home! I would never want to move back there, ever, so I’m not sad in the least.
I wish we could have sold it. Other houses in the area were selling for $97,000. We bought our house for $112,000 in 2007 and in 2009 it was appraised for $114,000. We still owe $102,000 on it, so with commission (after trying to sell by owner failed) we really couldn’t afford to sell it for anything in the $90,000 range. Renting it out was really our only option, which is no big deal except that means we can’t buy another house and we have to rent.
We all know how well renting is going right now.
If you’re curious what this cabin really looks like, let me reassure that we are not idiots. When we did the walk through before signing a lease the cabin just looked like a funky cool place to live. Absolutely none of these problems were apparent.
My landlady has now posted on her Facebook page that the cabin is for sale and make a cash offer ASAP. She’s pretending it only needs a bit of work–new flooring in the bathroom, plus minor plumbing work. Bahahaha. She is a liar.
The whole cabin is about 1400 sq. ft. with two full bathrooms and three bedrooms. It’s built of reclaimed wood from the original farmhouse, which stood on the back of the property. There was a house fire a few years ago caused by the wood stove. A beam was touching the stove pipe and ignited. Basically a fire caused by idiocy. Are we surprised? Anyway, after the fire they remodeled really poorly, apparently.
Here are the pictures of the cabin she has posted, which is how it looked when we moved in:
From out in the field looking back at the cabin:
The living room looking down from the stairs:
Living room, with master bedroom door and bathroom door:
Other side of the kitchen:
Other side of downstairs bathroom:
There’s a shower stall not pictured upstairs.
Upstairs there are also two good sized bedrooms with shag carpeting. The downstairs master bedroom is also nice sized and has shag carpeting. Unfortunately there are no closets anywhere except for under the stairs, over by the kitchen door.
It looks like a really fun place to live, does it not?
And it is a fun place to live. I LOVE it here. So much. I still do, despite the issues. But the issues we’re dealing with are too much. Way too much.
This happened yesterday and I felt so sick for the rest of the night that I kept dry heaving, took Zofran twice, and stayed in bed. Seriously. This Mama has met her match. Match, thy name is Big Nasty Rat.
Cannot deal. Just cannot.
Nope, nope, nope.
A rat. In my children’s toys. The kitten had it. It was almost as big as her!
Oh God why? Why are there rats here? What have we done to deserve a plague of rats?
I feel like the nastiest person ever. I try to keep my house really clean. There is nothing to attract rats left laying out.
Out in the country it’s not unusual to see rats in the barn, but they absolutely shouldnot be overrunning your house. Or in your house at all, ever.
I guess the cabin is easier for them to get into since it’s not a regular structure. It’s more barn-like and easy for them to chew into maybe? I don’t know, but…why? WHY!
Anyway, when you show up here to visit it looks like a regular place to live, I think. Yes it’s a rural cabin, but it doesn’t look like a shit hole. It’s just these hidden problems you don’t know about until you’re living here for awhile. The whole thing makes me want to cry. It’s not fair. It’s like you can have your cake, but not eat it too.
Despite all of this we are very, very much looking forward to having Igor here. None of this should interfere with his visit. His airline tickets have been purchased! He’s coming December 19th, flying into the airport in Indianapolis, and leaving January 13th from the same airport.
I am on a rat killing mission you all. These rats will be exterminated by yours truly,The Supreme Rat Murderess, prior to Igor’s arrival.
And my assistant, Lethal Ice Man.
I am determined. Every last rodenty f*cker will die.