My dream house sold. Okay, maybe it wasn’t quite my dream house, but other than the fact that it needed six figures worth of renovations and had a 1950s-style death trap/pool that would have killed some or all of my kids, it was pretty great. The best thing about it was it had an acre of land in our dream neighborhood AND more indoor square footage than the state of Montana. And thanks to the extensive renovations it needed, it was in our price range. Before we moved forward with it, we just needed to be sure we could recoup the money we spent renovating our current house. As you know from my previous newsletters, we could not. According to the appraiser, our house is worth as much as the prize in a cereal box. We didn’t make an offer on the new house, and now someone else snatched it up for even less than the already low asking price. Maybe I should have tried to bribe the appraiser with something better than a signed copy of my book.
I shouldn’t be bitter that we missed out on a hous…
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