Last night I sold the farm!
They bought it for cash, 30 days, no contingencies except for a perk test.
In nine years I made 250% on my investment.
I will have left a lot of sweat and blood behind though. In the first seven years, I remodeled every room in the house with my own hands, put a new roof on, had a standing seam added to the barm, aluminum sided the barn, repainted the roof, and spent weekends improving the land and landscaping.
In my care it went from old beaten up farmhouse to a showpiece.
I’d been shot at by a tresspasser, spent a cold day in March up to my thighs in pond muck replacing a drain pipe, and sat shivering by a fire for hours afterwards, replaced plumbing, almost killed myself with chain saws, been chased by and shot at wild dogs and foxes, had a bear that seemed to know how to work a doorknob spend half an hour trying to get into the house, dodged lightning, chased trespassers, drove a tractor into a pond, wrestled goats, broke horses, raped sheep, hated Amish.
Countless other things, grand and petty.
Ayyy, it’s been a lively and lusty decade, and now I am indeed a man.
So, it’s not like I just stepped in shit. My blood is on every dollar, well most of them.
We owned the place free and clear. No mortgage.
The house we’re buying is a smaller, more modern place on five acres, on the expanding edge of the “hot” zone for real estate in our area.
We’re stealing the place because it’s a bit of white elephant. It has a terrible floor plan and the entire upstairs is one bedroom big enough to play basketball in and the kitchen suck.
Divide that bedroom into three, add another bedroom, fix the kitchen and turn it into the horse property we plan to, and I think we could turn around and sell it for a big profit.
But, I think I’m gonna stay there.
The best part is that when all is said and done with the move, and the remodelling, I’ll have Mongo $ in the bank.
Hmmmmmm. New his and hers Porsche Carrera Fours, or baby’s College fund?
Now all I have to do is move.
