I am beginning to think this place might not exist. Or, exist in any form that will allow me to afford it. Even here, in Podunk land, it seems that my dreams outweigh my means.
I have looked at several places. At least I can say I marked a lot of stuff off the list. Some of them were outright laughable ~ like the lady that tried to convince us that she "ran horses" on a cliff behind this little rundown house that we didn't even go into.
That has happened ALOT. We pull up to a "house", my realtor and I. We look at each other and both say - no, this won't work. She is good. She knows what I want because she lives on a farm. She knows what I'm comfortable taking on in terms of renovations and repairs, what my little quirks are (that I HATE yellow siding, that I pull up carpet in the corners of old house rooms to make sure there is hardwood under it, that I need at least some flat space for a proper arena).
Out of all the places we've driven past, sought out, looked over, we have actually toured two hard. The first was promising, although overpriced we may have been willing to wait and see if it moved down. The house was a real-life old farmhouse. New roof, siding and windows (always a plus). Small but super super quaint, with handmade window frames on the inside, hardwood floors under carpet, already fenced and at one time, they had horses. The old guy that owned it was there and super nice. But, right beside the driveway (I'm talking five feet) there was an oddly placed 1/2 acre with a chain-link fence and an old trailer. Junk in the yard, boarded up windows but a brand new piece of dirt moving equipment in the yard. We inquired. Nope, not his. Neighbors. The manner in which he spoke told us it was no good between them. The appearance of the place overall and a 25k toy in the front yard told me drug dealers, makers... You get that in hollers. Mostly meth. May they explode themselves promptly and we'll have another look at the place.
The second possibility was extremely overpriced for the condition of the house, although the house itself had tons of potential. Again, old farmhouse. But this time they had not kept up with it and had "replaced" the roof with some mismatched metal from their junkyard (family owned business). They also had a propane tank in the back yard (not uncommon lots of us do here - but they are generally hooked to an actual furnace) and individual lines to most of the rooms with those little gas wall heaters attached to each line. Hmmmmm.... One room had water damage from their makeshift roofing job. The barn was "about ten percent good" the owner said. And all this could be yours for a mere......let's just say about 100k MORE than I'd give you if I offered you a plug nickel you ridiculous woman.
Uggggghhhhhhhh....and nothing new for weeks, probably due to the holidays and winter. It is just a bad time I suppose. But, so frustrating as other parts of life also get more frustrating and complicated. It is "pig hauling" time at the barn. Load 'em up and take 'em to slaughter. This is always a long, tedious and loud process as the trailer is backed up to the pig lot and they are "encouraged" to get on the trailer (first by putting food in it and also by making their enclosure smaller and smaller so basically the trailer is the only place they have room to move around in). Pigs are noisy and opinionated. They are getting cranky with each other.
A friend pointed out to me the other day after I had voiced frustration and anger over several things in life and then added "and the poor pigs are restless" that - oh, that's why you are out of sorts. Then we talked about how when I do find somewhere there may not be a lot of animals but they would damn sure be safe and happy.
It keeps me going. Keeps me looking everyday as my search engine churns out the same damn properties over and over. Someday THE one will pop up.