Two dozen years ago, in our previous homebuying round, I created a list of 20 definitive items we could rank on a scale of one-to-five, only to discover that the particularly hot sellers' market and our price cap rendered the exercise useless. The harsh reality simply didn't present us choices to evaluate. The best we could do was simply check off Yes or No. If a place passed, we then had to beat other bidders to the punch. Forget quality and personal style. Was it habitable in its current condition? Did it fit our needs?
For the record, we were not, then or now, seeking an idealized suburban house with a white picket fence and an immaculately manicured yard. As you can imagine from this blog, we were open to something funky or organic, what some would even define as "character," a place that could breathe and grow with our lives.
In the end, we simply lucked out, as you see in the Red Barn postings from New Hampshire.
In our recent downsizing to the other end of Maine, we had a less pressured, more leisurely pace in the market. High on my checklist was walking distance of downtown, the health center, and the arts center, plus a view the ocean, even only a glimpse between neighboring houses, and a workspace for my writing and related projects, though that could be much smaller than before, now that I've largely moved away from paper.
Other participants had their own priorities, including a large garden with full sunlight. As for a kitchen? Let's just say that potential can be a checklist item of its own.
Neighbors and security are largely a wild card.
And, three years later, after several false starts, we made a bid that was accepted.
What we knew was that the place needed a lot of remedial work. And, oh yes, it had lots of potential.
In our recent homebuying round, a right property hadn't popped up to a consensual acclaim. Some dwellings were closer to demolition than restoration. Others had been renovated in ways that were simply puzzling – a prime memory was the placement of the only bathroom behind a master bedroom. One modest house had four, maybe five, stairwells, enough to leave me lost indoors – I'm still intrigued by the quirkiness though I can't pick out the place now from the exterior. Let me also admit that passing on an 1820s' residence I really liked was ultimately the smart decision. The last one had been owned by the publisher of an early newspaper here, though that wasn't the only thing I liked; once the kitchen deficiencies were made obvious, I understood why I was in the minority in that case.
As for the winner of our quest, I must admit the house didn't grab my attention, not until the larger vision was shared with me.
The listing had been on the market for the previous three years or more. It needed work, serious work, but it felt good inside, as others have told me afterward, even though the house is cold through much of the year, as I've even read in the archives of the local newspaper. A strong attraction is the natural light throughout the rooms. Our house inspector was impressed that the bones were good, especially the foundation – up to 18 inches thick in places. Were we up to the challenge of reviving the place? Life's an adventure. I expected our low bid to meet rejection.
Instead, the seller accepted, clearing out most of our cash savings.
So here we with a classic cedar-shake siding full Cape dating from around 1830, although the real estate blurb placed it in the 1860s.
What has amazed me is the other participants' envisioning of the renovations for this new venture. Not just the big, bold actions that inhibited my own thinking, but also many details that deliver a pleasurable, significant impact.
And that's the beginning of this old house renovation story. As it unfolds, I hope you'll pipe up with ways you've made your own dwelling a home a sweet home. Or, for that matter, of how your own projects required three times as much time and money than your best estimates presented.
Whatever the case, please enjoy the upcoming posts over the year. Not that it will be the only series here at the Barn this round.
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