March 5, 2011
Oh, the house drama.
On February 9, I spent three and a half hours getting my hair done. Finally. Everything had been so busy that I had rescheduled the appointment twice when work meetings got in the way. Finally, I devoted an entire evening, the night before I was doing the final inspections on the house of my dreams and an important faculty meeting.
At the end of our three and a half hour slog through foils, chemical smells, round brushes made of tourmaline or some other space-age hair-altering substance, and endless pondering of the Royal Wedding, I turned to my stylist and said, "The only person who is going to get the full effect of this is my septic inspector, tomorrow morning." I hoped he'd appreciate it.
|The product of our labours|
Just after this, my realtor showed up, looking grim. "We've got a problem," he said, "Basically, we're f**ked."
There was a problem with the foundation. A problem that would make the house essentially unsellable, should I ever lose my job, have to leave Canada, and need to unload the house promptly. It was a $40,000 problem that, if solved, would raise the value of the house no more than $4000. It was in addition to prospective problems with the roof, the chimney, the floors, and the septic system. There was no concession that the sellers could make that would make it worthwhile. We withdrew in deep mourning.
Actually, I was pretty strong at the beginning, acknowledging that it was the only possible logical choice. D found it harder, having become attached to the property from afar. But in the weeks that followed, I felt grimmer and grimmer, like I'd been dumped unceremoniously by my very first house-love. "I loved it," I told people, "but the whole time it was hiding a bad foundation from me. How could it? How could I not have known???"
I began scrolling through real estate listings with a dull resentment. "There's nothing," I wrote to D, "I feel like I will never love again."
"I don't know," he replied callously, "That last place was nice. Kinda small."
I sighed. We'll see. We'll see.