Showing posts with label buying country property. Show all posts
Showing posts with label buying country property. Show all posts

Buying country property? Don't rule out that fixer-upper! (Find out why...)



Let's talk about my ugly house, shall we? 

For a long time, I've wanted to tell you about my house. But it's terribly ugly fixer-upper. I mean ugly, like it scores a zero in country charm and character. (In fact, it used to be a duplex, which kinda adds a heap of weird to it's already huge load of weirdness). 

I don't know why I haven't shared this with you sooner. I guess I thought my house had to be perfect first. But the truth is, it may look this way for a veeerrrry long time. So I might as well get over it and just let you in on things. Do you ever do that? Well, today I'm getting real. You get to see what our place looks like now, so as time goes on and things change, you'll get to watch the transformation (that is, if you don't get old and die first). 

But before I show you my ugly house, I have to tell you about the house we came "this close" to buying--the house of my dreams. A true vintage charmer (this is an important part of the story)...

How we almost bought my dream-come-true...


This is what I had in mind when we started looking for our country property. And we came "this close" to buying something very much like this one. 

When we were looking for a country property, I had it in my heart to find an adorable vintage farmhouse that would make my country living dream come true. We actually found a total beauty only a couple miles from the ugly house we ended up buying. The lovely farmhouse we almost bought was white with a wrap-around porch. It had a huge country kitchen that had been tastefully updated, wide plank wood floors, a rock fireplace, and French doors all over the place. And get this: It was going to include a bunch of the cutest vintage furnishings you ever did see! 

But just before it was almost too late to back out of that deal, we went to the house for an inspection. It was then that we witnessed no less than fifteen (15!) logging trucks go roaring past in the span of half an hour--only twenty (20!) feet from the house. 

My husband said it was a deal breaker. And it was. But first... 

I cried.

For three hormonal, bleary-eyed days, I cried. 

Then the sun came up and my husband, bless his heart, suggested we get back in the game. So...

How we picked up the pieces and used a criteria to guide us...

By this time in our property hunt, we'd developed a solid criteria for choosing a country home. 

Here's a funny fact, we'd actually seen and rejected our ugly house before we'd made the offer on the lovely farmhouse. We'd driven up the long driveway, took one look at the big-white-box-on-a-hill, and drove away without even looking inside. 

This is what I saw the first time I looked at my ugly house-->


Oh, come on! It's a big white box! 

The interior photos didn't do it any favors. I read the flyer and was confused by the description that read "single family home," yet there were clearly two kitchens shown, and they were simply ghastly! (Remember, we're talking about an old duplex. That's why two kitchens. But one of the strange features was a doorway--with no door--that led from one kitchen to other. Weird, right)? 

So as I've already said, we'd taken one look at the exterior of the house and at the weird photos, and we'd sped away as fast as we could go.

But then the lovely farmhouse deal went south. That's when we turned to our criteria to guide us. We considered every point and evaluated carefully what things mattered to us most...  



Here's what we listed as most important:
  • Location: It had to be in the area of the lake we'd found only 25 minutes from where we worked. We'd eliminated four other rural areas around us, because of how it felt driving there. We didn't want to drive through town and traffic, or through gray smelly industrial areas to get to our house. (After all, if we were going to commute, we wanted to enjoy it). To us, having our home be a recreational destination for friends and family was important. My grandmother's house was that way, and I wanted to carry on the tradition of being the gathering place after she died. 
  • Peace: Our property had to be peaceful and quiet, a place to draw away to for rest and a break from the relentless traffic of the city where we still worked. 
  • Soil: Our property had to have decent soil with good drainage, and enough acreage for building up a self-sufficient homestead.
  • The size of the house: The house would have to be large enough to host guests (so extra bedrooms were important). 
  • Construction: The house had to be well-built and pass an independent full-house inspection. 
  • A good well: The well had to produce good water and pass a certified well inspection.
  • Zoning: The property needed to already have a guest house or be zoned so we could build one later for extended family to live in so they could help work the farm. 
  • Price: The property had to be in our price-range.
  • Cute vintage farmhouse look: This wasn't actually on our list. It was in my mind. It was not so much in my husband's mind... 

So with that criteria firmly at the front of our minds, we started going back over all we'd seen in our chosen area. That's when we realized the ugly white box met everything on our list (except for that last wish of mine). 

This time, we decided to go take a second look... 

What I saw the second time we looked at the ugly house...

I know. I looks like something with talons drew this for me :-D

In my mind's eye, I saw something beautiful! Okay, I know...It looks bad, but would it help if I told you one of my chickens drew this? I didn't think so. Well, I bet you get the drift of what I saw. Potential. 

That's all it took for me to fall in love. 

Do you see the deck up in the middle of the two bump-outs. (Yes, that's supposed to be a deck railing, and that stick figure is me)! With a couple gables, new windows and French doors, maybe it could actually look--well, pretty good.

How the ulgy house had everything we really wanted...

Kitchen-heaven. The mental vision of the exterior improvements opened my mind, but what I got most excited about was the two weird kitchens--
no, no let me explain! Maybe, I thought, we could take out that center wall and combine the two sides into one! I envisioned the whole thing and it could work! Opened up, I could have one HUGE dream kitchen (big enough to gather all my friends for canning and baking days together)! Yay!

Guests. We went down our list. What about guests? Well, this place happened to have 6 bedrooms, 4 full baths, plus 2 half baths. Wow! That was perfect for when my sister came with her family of 11 (they'd fill the whole house)! That lovely farmhouse that fell through, well it only had 3 bedrooms--located upstairs. That meant only 2 guest rooms at most, and our poor guests would have to go downstairs to use a bathroom off the utility room--not very convenient. So clearly, the ugly house was far better suited to housing large numbers of guests.

Affordable price. This was the clincher. That lovely farmhouse would have strapped us to the limit with a payment we'd have been hard pressed to make each month. Oh, I'd rationalized how it could all have worked, but...Our ugly house cost less than half (1/2)! what we were going to pay for the pretty farmhouse. Plus--our ugly house had almost twice the square footage!  

You get the point. The ugly house was actually everything we wanted and for far less money! (Less money even after we finish the remodel). 

Now, let's fast forward four years...Time flies when you're...

Four years later...

Now it's today. We've been living smack in the middle of our ugly diamond-in-the-rough for all this time! But here's the amazing thing about it: We've loved every single minute of it! (Well nearly every minute). 

I'm still in love with the house I see in my mind (and with all the beauty and tranquility of the land). But now, I can see my house on paper too, because we've had the plans drawn. And in a couple weeks--(I'm trying not to shout)--we're finally getting our permit! Oh, it's all sooo close! 

But, I'm going to wait until we break ground before I show you what we're doing (in more detail than a chicken's drawing, anyway)! 

In the meantime, let me show you some of the reasons we're tickled silly over buying this place...

It's soooo beautiful here!  

I've taken so many sunset photos, I've lost count!

So what if my house is ugly! 

Just look at that sunset! Part of why we bought this place was the location, after all. When I'm tempted to despise my stained, mismatched carpets, or the funky layout of my duplex-house with two living rooms and two kitchens, I have to remind myself why we chose to live here. It's freakin' gorgeous! Just look outside. What's not to love?

Now I don't mean gorgeous in a lavish, manicured way. It's farmland after all. But we experience some of finest sunsets you could ever hope to see out here. And the natural rustic beauty of our pastures and old quaint barn, all set against the backdrop of green forested hills makes my heart sing every time I see it. Complaints fall away, giving place to nothing but gratitude.

And peaceful...

Coming home never felt so good!

Second to the views is the peace we experience here. The lake can be moderately busy in the summer, but from September to May all the parks and campgrounds close. It's like the entire lake belongs only to us and a few neighbors. 

In the winter, the lake is drained until there's nothing but a small river running through the lake bottom. As spring approaches, it transforms into a wild grassy glade with flowers, frogs, birds and salamanders everywhere. One of our favorite things to do is look for agates and pretty rocks on the emptied beaches. 

Every year, neighbors collaborate to build rock towers all over the lake bottom. Then when the basin starts to fill again around February, the rock towers get covered with water.


We love taking walks in the lake bottom 
when it's empty. 

If you're thinking of buying country property...

So my friends, don't be too quick to rule out that ugly house. Like us, you may find it has everything you're looking for--for much less money! (And, don't be surprised if you fall in love with it)! After all, country property is more than a house--it's the land too. 



PIN THIS: Pretty please!

Let's chat:
What's been your experience buying country property? Did you get the house of your dreams, or something better? I'd love to hear from you in the comments below.



Joy--Fearless Farm Girl,

"Farm girl: it's a verb, because it's what you do."

Disclosure: This post contains affiliate links. That means if you click through and make a purchase, we receive a small percentage in commissions from the company you buy from. We value you as a reader and want you to know that the products we link to are only products we use ourselves or that we feel will add value to your life. Thank you for supporting Farm Girl Inspirations! To read our full disclosure statement click here.


Other related posts:

Chickens: Mistakes to avoid and how we survived our first year! (It's kind of a funny story).

Chickens: How to train a rooster to be nice!

18 Ways to EAT ORGANIC (and become more self-sufficient along the way)!

DIY YELLOW CAKE MIX (plus DIY CAKE FLOUR): The frugal farm girl's ready-made mix series.

Homemade COUNTRY GRAVY MIX: The frugal farm girl's ready-made mix series.

DIY roll-on DEODORANT: Works like crazy!

How we were lead to our farm by a time-capsule, a story and dream: Part 3.

(Denim paper in Leanne's
hat, used by permission:
copyright Hot Off The Press.)

Part 3 of 3


There was more than one dream preserved in that little box from '79. Soon, a second life-long dream would become a reality...


Something happened when I followed the inspiration that came from opening the time capsule. As I plugged away writing stories about Leanne's back-to-the-land experiences, I started wanting to be her. After all, Leanne wasn't just the main character in my story, she was based on me, my inner farm girl and my own childhood memories. Yet, the more developed Leanne became as a living character on the page, the more I felt my own inner farm girl being resurrected. I'd uncovered a part of myself I'd nearly forgotten, and now my own back-to-the-farm dream bloomed to life, bigger and brighter than ever before. I wasn't just writing Leanne's story: I was writing my own life-script.



It didn't take long before my honey caught the vision, too, and now we both wanted to make the dream a reality. Soon, we found ourselves searching for just the right property. The search took months, but in November of last year, we became the owners of a little five acre parcel next to Cottage Grove Lake. It's a peaceful retreat from our life in the city, and in many ways, it reminds me of my childhood farm.

We bought the place with grand plans to remodel and build up a farmstead for when we retire. We'd transform the house to look more like a farmhouse--add some gables here and dormers there, build a story-and-a-half family room on one end with a wrap-around porch. The house happened to be a duplex that lent itself nicely to being converted into a large single family home--one with a few more bedrooms and bathrooms than usual. Perfect for guests! We went wild with ideas of huge family reunions, writers group retreats, big country-Christmas celebrations with guests staying over, and on and on.

We started the remodel. Phase one complete--well, not quite. It's been sitting half-done since January. But it's as complete as it will be for a while. Sometimes, just as the author of a story writes in plot twists (surprising even the author at times), we can make choices in life that rewrite our script. We're going along thinking we'll do one thing, but then it's another we choose, and a new act in the play of life follows. 


The farmstead next door...

Shortly after buying our lake house and starting our remodel, we shook our neighbor's hand over the fence one day and introduced ourselves. Our neighbor's five acres spread out below us on the slope. He's got this cool old barn and a little grove of apple trees, and a ton of space begging to be planted and cultivated. George and I look directly over his place when we sit sipping coffee, gazing at the hills and lake from our front porch.  

"I'm thinking of selling," our neighbor said from his side of the fence. 


George and I exchanged a "you don't say" sort of glance. 


Funny thing. Just the day before this, my honey and I were sitting and sipping, gazing and talking, and what were we talking about? How nice our neighbor's land would look all planted up and joined with our long narrow piece of earth. How his land with ours would make our whole farm such a nice shape. How we'd plant an orchard here, put a pond there, and some grapes and berries over there. How if our neighbor ever decided to sell, we'd sure like to be in a position to buy. But that would be years in the future, if ever, right?  


We looked at each other, said "nice to meet you" to our neighbor and walked away. 


"What about the remodel?" I asked, as we walked hand-in-hand, discussing. 


"This chance will probably never come our way again," my very practical honey said. 




That was a couple months ago. Now, we own our neighbors cool barn, his apple trees, his nice shaped land that fits so good with ours, and his house, which we'll rent out. 

Funny how things work out. But not to worry, the completion of phase one will happen, just not as soon as we'd planned. Phase two and three? They'll happen, too. At least that's how we've written the script for now. I guess we'll see, as our adventure unfolds--an adventure that started with the time capsule of '79. Who could have known?


Joy--Fearless Farm Girl,

"Farm girl: it's a verb, because it's what you do."


Related posts:

How we were lead to our farm by a time-capsule: Part 1


How we were lead to our farm by a time-capsule: Part 2