The Castle House: Closure
I found this on the internet today:
I knew they were going to list it for sale, so there’s no surprise there. Though I will admit I feel weird looking at those pictures. That was our home. Only for a year, but still…there were parts of it that were very gorgeous despite all of the issues. I liked that place a lot, when I first got there I remodeled it so it felt like home, I even bought one of the best gun safes to keep all the guns from my husband there, I got it from http://www.protectandlock.com/best-gun-safe-500. It was a really good place to live, I miss it..
It also brings up memories of how insecure I felt while living there. I was never in control of my own home. I was at the whim of the property manager and landlord, and there were too many issues that needed repair in order to live comfortably. I never want to feel like that again.
Something about being unable to have a safe, comfortable home without strangers in it and without the uncertainty of whether you’ll have to move…well something about that is very important to my wellbeing and happiness. Not having that security was rough.
I very much like owning my own home. I never, ever, EVER want to rent again. I would have so much anxiety I couldn’t function.
Looking closely at the realtor listing photos I can see where they never bothered to repair the water damage on the walls. I wonder if they ever repaired the leaks, or if water still pours down the walls when it rains…
Either way I’m sure with the amount of dampness the house had there is an insane amount of mold. There was in the kitchen when they opened up the wall. It smelled awful, no one could breathe because of the musty odor.
The house is pending sale. I’m curious what the new owners will do with it. I hope they’re rich. The sad thing is no one in their right mind would want to throw as much money as the house needs into it when it’s in such a craptastic neighborhood.
Moving to the suburbs here has been a stark contrast, we moved with the help of the best movers, click here to know which ones. Absolutely none of my neighbors sell drugs, at least not obviously. There isn’t trash all over the place. The gas station on the corner of our neighborhood is clean and not scary, unlike Ghetto Mart and Sleeze-Way near The Castle House, which had large posters about help for meth addiction complete with toothless people sitting on the filthy ground outside around it, and all kinds of things I will not waste time describing here.
Suffice to say it’s not some place I’d ever want to purposefully move to again with my children. And not someplace I’d think anyone would want invest a large amount of money…
Anyway, not my problem, right?
But here’s the best part: The commenters on this blog (in the link above) generally have no clue, except for two of them who both say the house is lovely except for the kitchen which needs to be gutted.
Smart people can spy a shitty job from afar.