Inspected

There are so many working pieces. Even at work, I am bombarded all day with inquiries from my mortgage broker and real estate agent. These people are thorough, and there’s a lot to discuss.

On Thursday, we drove out to Silver Lake for the home inspection. If you’ve never gone through that process, it’s probably the scariest part of this whole system so far. The inspector crawls on, in, and around every inch of the property, looking for anything that is wrong with plumbing, electrical, foundation, and other words I forgot. I knew this was going to happen because they covered it in great deal at the first time homebuyer’s workshop I attended about a month ago, so I went in prepared for the worst case. That wasn’t necessary.

As expected with any seventy-year-old house, there are some minor cracks and flaws. There are some repairs that were done improperly, and there is some work to be done with sheetrock and insulation for comfort, and a carbon monoxide detector needs to be installed for safety. There is a minor leak coming from the waste pipe in the basement and the furnace works properly but needs to be serviced. There is a portion of the patio out back that is sagging a little and pulling away from the wall, and the windows should have wells dug in front of them to avoid water leaking through. There are some very minor issues with outlet covers, and the radon test is pending. But really nothing is impossible, and all of it I have already put in a request to be repaired or replaced by the sellers.

Now, that doesn’t mean that they will repair and replace everything I want them to, but they will likely take some of the list on before we agree to the purchase.

While we were in the house again, we decided to take a few more pictures which I will now share with all of you and end this post because I need to read books to the kids before bedtime.

This here's a big-ass stove.

This is the view of the front door from the living room.

The kitchen from the living room, doors open.

Doors closed.

Probably one of the first things I will do as a homeowner is remove this bar which intrudes on the person sitting down.

This. This is the biggest problem in my eyes. They made a homemade walk-in shower out of a perfectly good bathtub. It will have to be replaced before we can bathe the girls.

That wallpaper is everywhere.

The main upstairs hallway leading to all four bedrooms.

Amanda showing off our favorite, and only wallpaper we will be keeping in the house.

Here's the leak from the waste pipe.

A cool kitchen cabinet surrounded by deadly wallpaper.

After a long day of driving and technical jargon, we settled in for the Twins home opener.

Look closely, not only is the bullpen pitcher's name Vincent, he looks like me.