As many of you know already, the short sale process was mind harrowing. We watched at least two closing dates fly by and two banks battle in out and the result was nothing but a miracle. Our realtor (wisely) did not tell us until closing about the banks threatening to pull out the Monday before closing...that would have sent me over the edge. We were kept on the edge of our seats last Friday when, at closing, we were still waiting on an important letter...fast forward to the next TUESDAY when all of the paperwork was officially in (again) and the deeds office was closed for training. Our deed was recorded this past Wednesday and we officially dug in.
Our plan of attack has changed by the moment, and now that we have lived in the house for a week (yes, we moved in even though the deed had not recorded, risky, I know, but we had no choice, we were livin' on a prayer) some details are suddenly taking precedence over others. My mom came down with my fur-babies on Thursday and has transformed herself into the Queen of Clean. (She told me this morning she almost cried when she walked in). And the Master Gardener himself is coming up today to plan out our landscaping sitch'. Enough jabberin' here is another house tour.
It has been said that our living room is painted like a Mexican restaurant. I must agree. The homeowners kindly left behind their drapes so that people can't see in at night. A lot of citron green eh? Those club chairs are looking at their last days. As is the sofa for that matter... All of these photos were taken during the actual move.
Picture below is our front door and to the left is the dining room.
The view upon entering the front door, if you squint you can see the solo first floor bathroom at the end of the hallway.
Nothing too notable here except for the floors. Skeevy. Below: the bathroom is straight ahead, master bedroom to the left and kitchen is ahead to the right.