So now it’s done. I’ve bought a new (to me) house. I’m not generally prone to buyer’s remorse but I do know that after I’ve moved in there will be an adjustment period. There will be a series of moments when I notice something new (to me) that’s wrong with the house. It may be as simple as a nail sticking out of the fence at an inconvenient place or as big as a hole in the wall that was hidden behind some furniture.
It doesn’t bother me that things will bother me, I just hope they stay on the small side of things. The last time I bought a house I was slightly scammed by the sellers. They detached from the wall, which they’re not allowed to do without having called it out in the paperwork, a set of shelves in one bedroom. I don’t even begrudge them the shelves but they left dozens of small holes in the wall from where the screws had been and that was not cool. Even that though didn’t compare to a section of the concrete wall in the back that they strategically hid behind patio furniture which was not just cracked but precariously and dangerously leaning out over the patio.
God tells me it’s a dance, moving into a new house. Both you and the house feeling each other out, trying to decide how well you fit and where you can agree to just disagree. He says it’ll all work out in the end, and I believe him. After all, I own the place so anything that I really don’t like, I can probably change. And if it can’t be done gracefully? Well, sledgehammers are fairly cheap.