Seven Years Apparently Makes Quite A Difference...
OK folks, I've fooled around as long as I can up here--extending our adventure by four days under the guise of being a shrewd real estate guru.
Here's our report card compiled after our week long foray into Tennessee:
Future owner... Built in 1959....Wobbly at best. C-
Brick, wood, and sheet rock building circa 1966...Solid as a rock. A+
Translation: The new house passed the inspection with flying colors...gotta love it.
Now Pat and Missy the Turbo Pup and I have to get back home to our little island, check the mailbox, collapse on the sofa prior to setting about to pack everything we own into cardboard and bubble wrap.
I, personally, get tired just thinking about it...
Showing posts with label Tennessee Blogging. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Tennessee Blogging. Show all posts
Wednesday, April 02, 2008
Tuesday, April 01, 2008
Inspecting The Inspectors
Out Experting The "Experts"
I find that it's always interesting to go through the process of buying real estate.
I choose the word "interesting" today after sitting throughnearly a dozen ten closings over the past twenty plus years, but things were quite different back in 1985 when I stumbled through the process in acquiring my first house.
Back then I would have, in retrospect, most likely used words like "damning", "infuriating", "insulting", or possibly the phrase "exciting murder and mayhem" when thinking of dealing with real estate and mortgage banking professionals and the associated sometimes inane processes (is that "processes" or "processi"...octipus...octipi...?)
Not any more.
I think that Pat has been impressed this week at the ease with which I've thus far used their own process to my advantage, while at the same time negotiating the nuances of our efforts using their own inane jargon and terminology.
Needless to say I've got PMI, APR's, escrows, and all the other obligatory stuff running out of my ears this morning as I wander over to watch some guy poke and prod his way around my new investment.
Wish me luck...if you will...
I find that it's always interesting to go through the process of buying real estate.
I choose the word "interesting" today after sitting through
Back then I would have, in retrospect, most likely used words like "damning", "infuriating", "insulting", or possibly the phrase "exciting murder and mayhem" when thinking of dealing with real estate and mortgage banking professionals and the associated sometimes inane processes (is that "processes" or "processi"...octipus...octipi...?)
Not any more.
I think that Pat has been impressed this week at the ease with which I've thus far used their own process to my advantage, while at the same time negotiating the nuances of our efforts using their own inane jargon and terminology.
Needless to say I've got PMI, APR's, escrows, and all the other obligatory stuff running out of my ears this morning as I wander over to watch some guy poke and prod his way around my new investment.
Wish me luck...if you will...
Monday, March 31, 2008
Stuck On Kingston Pike
Tennessee's Habit Forming
That's right...we're still in the Volunteer State this morning.
What began as a slight rain induced travel delay ended up as an executive decision to stay in town until Tuesday in order to get all the loan paperwork moving and personally attend the home inspection. After all, I brought my own flashlight and tape measure with me--heaven forbid some guy should be allowed to crawl around my attic without a little harassment in the process.
Any way, the idea is to leave town with all of the "i's and "t's" dotted and crossed so we can focus on packing and moving.
Today also represents my first foray looking into the folly of boat ownership and operation here on the Tennessee River. I'm visiting a Marina to check on storage options and possibly look at some used hulls and motors.
Of course I'm not actually buying anything until the house deal is finished, but a fella can dream can't he?
That's right...we're still in the Volunteer State this morning.
What began as a slight rain induced travel delay ended up as an executive decision to stay in town until Tuesday in order to get all the loan paperwork moving and personally attend the home inspection. After all, I brought my own flashlight and tape measure with me--heaven forbid some guy should be allowed to crawl around my attic without a little harassment in the process.
Any way, the idea is to leave town with all of the "i's and "t's" dotted and crossed so we can focus on packing and moving.
Today also represents my first foray looking into the folly of boat ownership and operation here on the Tennessee River. I'm visiting a Marina to check on storage options and possibly look at some used hulls and motors.
Of course I'm not actually buying anything until the house deal is finished, but a fella can dream can't he?
