I've lived for almost 2 decades in Denver, and the whole time in apartments. I moved here with my friend, Diana, when we lived in a nice 2Bd2Bt equidistant from a library and a Hooters. Then apartment I had in Capital Hill for like 15 years which was cramped and weird and inconvenient for a lot of things, but perfect for me. Then, I moved to Englewood with Andrew to a very conveniently located and designed apartment that had a terrible office staff, but an awesome pool. There were trade offs to each one.
The real estate world is inSANE!!!! I would have given the whole thing up pretty quickly except for the idea that rent was only going to go up and up and up in the whole metro area. Rents and house prices are quickly getting out of hand. Anything in our range was getting snapped up on the first day they went on the market, often for more than asking price. We were really lucky to have a connection and got a chance at a nice house in a good neighborhood just within our budget before it went on the market.
Not a lot to be done to it really, just some cosmetic stuff, and a few unexpected things that made the first month or so challenging. (I might have threatened to call Lemon Law on this place, but that only works on used cars.)
First weekend: Spring snow that took out that one ugly tree that was going to be removed anyway. It took out the patio furniture.
Second weekend: My parents came over and destroyed the wall paper in five rooms, and replaced the light fixtures in two that didn't work. (not a disaster, per se, but it was eventfull, plus piles of shredded paper sticking to everyone's feet.)
Third weekend: the hot water pipe sprung a leak and Andrew and I got a chance to see why plumbers make the big money.
Here's a picture of one of the piles of boxes filling our living room.
wha-whoo!
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