Shopping for new digs

We are still shopping for real estate solutions.  We’re flexible, we have to be, our budget is about the size of a parakeet.  We aren’t exactly the buyer that everyone dreams of.

We have faith–we will eventually find what we’re looking for.  In the meantime, we’re looking.

We looked at an affordable property this past week.  It was in an area that was considered upscale, so we were surprised to see an affordable property there.  We were also surprised when the realtor told us that we’d likely not be interested in the property.  It was a HUD property, and the bidding on it was to start the next day.

We went early the next morning to take a look at it, having decided that a look at the exterior was in order before having the realtor drive out to let us in.  I’m glad we didn’t waste his time.

I never knew that a good development could have a street devoted to being a ghetto right inside of it.  It was awful.  Not the property…the neighborhood.

Our opinion is that it wasn’t a safe neighborhood, that we’d likely soon be the victim of a burglary, and we’d be lucky if we weren’t home when the burglary occurred.

It was that bad.

We couldn’t see ourselves living there for five years, nor could we see it as an investment property.  No one who would rent that property would take reasonable care of it.  No one would want to live there.

I don’t know whether the neighborhood was predominately one race or another, and I didn’t care.  (No one, and I mean NO ONE, was up and moving around during the week at 8 am)  I did NOT want to live there.  Personally, I considered alligators to be better neighbors than whoever lived on that street.

The mobile home we were looking at was one of the better appearing homes on the street.  Most were dilapidated ancient trailers with haphazard additions and ample debris in the yard.  You’ll never convince me that a code enforcement officer had driven down that street in the last five years.  With upscale homes just a block away, the appearance of this neighborhood was even more shocking.

With our budget, less-than-desirable homes are what we are shopping for, but this…was beyond less-than-desirable.  It was a ghetto street in a small town, an impossible to imagine nightmare.  The mobile home wasn’t large, despite being listed as a three bedroom, and wasn’t ridiculous for a middle aged couple.  The yard was reasonable too, even with three dogs.

The big problem was the sensation that you were considering moving right into the den of thieves, literally.  No one had planted a flower, no one had picked up a broken toy, no one had called a tow truck to remove a derelict vehicle.  It also appeared that no one went to school or work.

It probably didn’t help that the property we were looking at had a large pile of crumbling asphalt to one side of the driveway, which was covered with a poor quality asphalt itself.  Nor that there was a large and heavy piece of mechanical part protruding from the asphalt on one side.

We didn’t bother looking at the interior.  The two cuts in the fence, the iron embedded in the driveway, the large pile of crumbling asphalt…this mobile home was well on its way to looking like the rest of the street.  It just didn’t appeal to us as a place to call home, no matter how cheap it was.

Back to hunting, right?



About giascott

Writer, blogger, cook, grandmother, mother, wife, radio personality, outdoor enthusiast, dog enthusiast, crafter, artist, and part-time nut~~I've earned a lot of t-shirts in my day! I'm one of those crazy independent women who can cut down a tree, build you a shed, sew you a dress, cook your dinner, make some soap, pitch a tent, build a fire, catch some fish, dig in the garden, chase a kid or two, write you a poem, paint you a picture, and a dozen other things...just don't ask me to sing! I'm also embarking on a relatively new portion of my life, one of being disabled. I'm learning some lessons along the way about a lot of things too.
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