Today was the big sign-your-name-and-several-years-of-your-life-away-so-you-can-call-a-150-year-old-farmhouse-home day. Guess what banks, appraisers, and shady online auctioning companies? I. Win. And now I get to officially call The Liberty House home.
This has been 31 of the longest days I can remember, but seriously? I lived in a garage for something like 18 months for my last house, 30 days of paperwork-induced-hell seems like a light sentence for this one. And, as per usual in this process, there are still a few loose ends that haven’t been cleared up yet, but the end result here is that I wrote one (or two) very big checks and someone cashed them, and to celebrate that moment of victory, I bring you this:
The victory lap.
I actually meant to upload a 15 minute video tour of the house, but apparently that would have taken 3 hours using Whole Foods free wi-fi, and if I were to stay in Whole Foods for three hours I would walk out wider than I am tall. Sea Salt Chocolate Chip cookies might be the death of me.
Instead of doing that I brought a bottle of champagne out to the house and I’m in the midst of a little celebration that included walking thing perimeter of all six acres of property I have here and making a little toast at each corner, and, of course, writing my first post from the Liberty House.
Here’s the view from the Southwest corner of the property looking out onto the rolling farmland:
From the same corner looking back to the house:
That picture should put the size of the pole barn in perspective for you. When my grandpa came out for a tour last weekend and we walked in side, the only thing he could say was “Holy Shit!” (Amen, Papa.)
This is the Northwest corner looking back at the house:
My plan is for this to be donkey pasture, and to use the little shed as the donkey barn.
And from as close to the Northeast corner as I was going to get, due to the neighbor-across-the-street’s bigass dogs whom I haven’t been introduced to yet:
Of course I had to finish my wine while playing king-of-the-hill on top of my pile of treasure.
“Debris” my ass. From what I can tell I’ve got at least a dozen good sized barn beams in there, along with at least 2 pallets of reclaimed brick and another 3-4 pallets of 12″ block. Plus the roofing materials from at least three houses, and enough wood to have one hell of a bonfire. It’s going to be a summer-long project sorting all of that out, but I think I’ll have plenty of awesome building materials when I’m done… at least enough for an addition to the patio and a little fireplace to go along with it.
Tomorrow I’ve got guys coming to fix the radiator pipes, so hopefully by Monday I’ll have heat which means the water can get turned back on (for the third time) and this place will have a working toilet. You’ll never find anyone so excited about the ability to flush as a girl who just drank half a bottle of champagne.
Now I’m probably going to go rip some carpet out of the downstairs bedroom. What? I can’t help myself.
I know I’ve said it a lot lately, but since the alcohol is making me a little sappy I’ll say it again:Thank you to all of you who regularly tune in to DIYdiva, who’ve been here to support me over the last crazy month, who’ve said nasty things about the appraiser who tortured the crap out of me for the last two weeks, and who are as excited about this new adventure as I am. It wouldn’t be the same without you.