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| Closing Day 8-31-2016. |
On this date in 2016, thanks to an amazing realtor and
equally amazing mortgage lender, I closed on The BungaLowell. It was a long
haul trying to find a property. After months of looking in one area, there was a geographic
shift when I got my job in Lowell. After a couple months of having viewing appointments
cancelled because the houses went under contract, we got to see The BungaLowell.
I was the first person to see it on the first day of showings and pounced. It was available, the right size for me
and the dogs, and had off-street parking.
Thanks to an amazing level of expertise and hard labor from
friends starting immediately after the closing, we got the house ready for me to live
in. The entire house had wall-to-wall carpeting. Even the kitchen. (Who does
that?) My friend Cris and I ripped out all the first-floor carpeting, then her husband
with mad skills laid plywood flooring that Cris and I coated with
polyurethane. I still love the floors, which are miraculously holding up pretty
well despite the ruinous efforts of two sometimes naughty dogs with the
too-long toenails they won’t let me trim.
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The BungaLowell
after four years. |
After the stunningly productive start, momentum dropped off
drastically. The kitchen wall paper was stripped off during the first year, and
after two years the walls were finally painted. The yard got new picket fencing this summer but the deck rail is still loose. The guest room, originally imagined as a cozy
space for hosting visiting friends, is still a storage room stuffed with art
supplies and other stuff, but at least the living room has the futon which has provided sleeping space for the rare guests.
Maybe in the next four years I’ll get around to dealing with
the spare room instead of pretending it doesn’t exist. Or maybe I’ll just move,
preferably to somewhere not in a flood plain. Heck, all the art stuff is still
packed and ready to go.
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