ArcticAvenue
Randomly Pawing At Keys
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- Jul 16, 2013
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The thick panes of glass loosely nailed into the old Victorian door rattled louder than Leo expected as he fought the lock. The rusted deadbolt fought like a rented mule to keep his key from allowing him inside, but even that lock seemed new compared to the shape of the door itself. Once it gave way, paint chips fluttered from the frame and blown inside with the sudden rush of outside air into the stale house.
Now with the portal open, Leo took a moment to breathe deep the smell of old. While only vacant for a few months, the house just had that smell of years rolling across his face and made him all that more excited for what lie ahead. This was an investment, a true investment. Sure, Leo was only 28, but after paying his student loans off and working up his credit score, he finally reached the point where he can buy a house. Good thing was that the plumbing worked, the floors were in good shape, and enough of the electrical was in working order that the could live out of the place while he fixed it up. But this wasn’t just a fixer. It was a hobby house, like his dad always bought. Somewhere where he could tear up carpets, tear down walls, build up cupboards, lay down tile, put up sheetrock, and turn this old house into a new place.
Leo assumed it would take a while, between having to scrimp and save for the stuff to buy for one thing, but also he wanted to do it all himself - no contractors, no additional hands. He’d be lucky if he could get it redone in four years. Maybe by that time, it wouldn’t just be a project .. it would be a home … a place for his wife, his kids, his dog.
Of course, he doesn’t have a dog … or kids … or a wife ... or girlfriend.
Not that he’s not into that. The dark haired DIYer is pretty fit from his days as a shop floor mechanical engineer. Reasonably tall, with brown eyes to and a tanned complexion, he wasn’t single because there wasn’t interest in him. He likes a good date now and then. But he has been so busy focused on his career, then buying this house, that he just hasn’t had time for the dating scene.
Probably won’t for a little bit still. At least not this week. That attic needs to be gutted. And no sooner time to start than the present.
Now with the portal open, Leo took a moment to breathe deep the smell of old. While only vacant for a few months, the house just had that smell of years rolling across his face and made him all that more excited for what lie ahead. This was an investment, a true investment. Sure, Leo was only 28, but after paying his student loans off and working up his credit score, he finally reached the point where he can buy a house. Good thing was that the plumbing worked, the floors were in good shape, and enough of the electrical was in working order that the could live out of the place while he fixed it up. But this wasn’t just a fixer. It was a hobby house, like his dad always bought. Somewhere where he could tear up carpets, tear down walls, build up cupboards, lay down tile, put up sheetrock, and turn this old house into a new place.
Leo assumed it would take a while, between having to scrimp and save for the stuff to buy for one thing, but also he wanted to do it all himself - no contractors, no additional hands. He’d be lucky if he could get it redone in four years. Maybe by that time, it wouldn’t just be a project .. it would be a home … a place for his wife, his kids, his dog.
Of course, he doesn’t have a dog … or kids … or a wife ... or girlfriend.
Not that he’s not into that. The dark haired DIYer is pretty fit from his days as a shop floor mechanical engineer. Reasonably tall, with brown eyes to and a tanned complexion, he wasn’t single because there wasn’t interest in him. He likes a good date now and then. But he has been so busy focused on his career, then buying this house, that he just hasn’t had time for the dating scene.
Probably won’t for a little bit still. At least not this week. That attic needs to be gutted. And no sooner time to start than the present.