So, it appears it was nearly 7 months since I dropped off the planet. Aside from just not visiting here that often, I'd decided to move from my one horse town of Flowery Branch into the ATL, and it was going to take all of my spare time and money. So, I just didn't renew. And now...?
I spent a few months painting, staining, fixing, cleaning, packing, storing, and coordinating (landscapers, exterminators, real estate, uh, ers). Once I got it on the market, it took like 2 or 3 weeks to sell. w00t! It didn't hurt that the house next door to me, with the same floor plan and a bit more land, was selling for $25 or 30k above mine.
As I mentioned, I moved into the ATL, a cool little neigborhood called Reynoldstown. It's a couple of miles from everything. There're sidewalks sporting much bustle if not so much hustle (this is still The South, after all). The house I bought from a bank, and it appears to have, uh, never been finished. The gas meter wasn't connected to the house, and the A/C wasn't wired; the dishwasher wasn't hooked up, and there was no mailbox. Oh, yeah, there was not a single window lock among the 21 windows. It looks, in fact, like the builders were raptured right the fuck outta the house - there were screws driven halfway in.
It's probably a good thing that they didn't finish it; they fucked up enough just with what they did. The evaporator for the upstairs A/C was installed incorrectly, ruining it. Frameless cabinets were put together with 3 inch drywall (or similar) screws, with the protruding points ground off; uh, most of the protruding points, anyway.
Deadbolts and doorknobs didn't line up with striker plates. Doors drag the floor, and likewise, windows are visibly out of square.
I should have blog fodder for a while. But in the end, I love where I'm at, regardless of my melodramatic griping. "Things" can be fixed.
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I spent a few months painting, staining, fixing, cleaning, packing, storing, and coordinating (landscapers, exterminators, real estate, uh, ers). Once I got it on the market, it took like 2 or 3 weeks to sell. w00t! It didn't hurt that the house next door to me, with the same floor plan and a bit more land, was selling for $25 or 30k above mine.
As I mentioned, I moved into the ATL, a cool little neigborhood called Reynoldstown. It's a couple of miles from everything. There're sidewalks sporting much bustle if not so much hustle (this is still The South, after all). The house I bought from a bank, and it appears to have, uh, never been finished. The gas meter wasn't connected to the house, and the A/C wasn't wired; the dishwasher wasn't hooked up, and there was no mailbox. Oh, yeah, there was not a single window lock among the 21 windows. It looks, in fact, like the builders were raptured right the fuck outta the house - there were screws driven halfway in.
It's probably a good thing that they didn't finish it; they fucked up enough just with what they did. The evaporator for the upstairs A/C was installed incorrectly, ruining it. Frameless cabinets were put together with 3 inch drywall (or similar) screws, with the protruding points ground off; uh, most of the protruding points, anyway.
Deadbolts and doorknobs didn't line up with striker plates. Doors drag the floor, and likewise, windows are visibly out of square.
I should have blog fodder for a while. But in the end, I love where I'm at, regardless of my melodramatic griping. "Things" can be fixed.
Welcome back!
oryon:
herro again
rikku:
thanks for the comment on my set sweetie!!!i read all of them and comments like yours really make my day!! 