It all worked out quite nicely, in retrospect, but it didn't seem that way on 12 March, when the couple who had offered to buy our house came in to hear what the house condition inspector would have to say about the building. Which was built in the mid 1950s, represents a certain building type with certain widely-known structural problems concerning the angle of the tin roof and the moisture that condenses under the roof in the winter time. And which has three storeys, of which two are original and above the ground and one has been dug underground in the 1980s. Of which facts none were hidden or kept secret at the time of the first showing. Neither did anyone try to claim that the conditions under the ground would be absolutely free of moisture, albeit precautions, like using only stone constructions below the ground and installing a heating system under the floor, had been taken at the time of the extension project. Yet these features did surprise the buyers, who at the time of the inspection realised they should never have come to even see the house, let alone make an offer. For the fear that moisture would automatically turn into mould.
|This is where you enter the basement.|
But the sale was off. The showings were on again - not fun, because to let you in on a secret, we don't always put everything immediately back to its place and won't even hoover daily. The emotional roller coaster ride was immense.
A good two weeks on we got an offer again. This time the pace was slower and the timing quite near perfect. The deal was closed last Monday, and we have until 31 May to empty this house.
|This is where the new sewage system was dug.|
Oh, and we bought a new kitchen, that could only be fitted in April or in late June. We choose April so we could have something ready when we move in. Of course we had to take down Granny's old kitchen first, and leave her kitchenless for a few days while the new stuff was delivered and fitted and the electrician and plumber had finished their bits. I didn't feel overjoyed about that, but hey. The new kitchen is n-i-c-e.
|This is Husband getting his hands dirty.|
Granny will hopefully be able to move into her pretty little house in a week or two. We have rented a garage close by to store stuff in temporarily (we'll see about that), but it's only the things we won't need before the winter. Whatever we need to get our hands on during the summer will have to wait to be moved until Granny has moved. So in a week or two things will get quite hysterical, I presume.
Also in a week or two we'll get our building permit, at which we'll fire the starting pistol for the renovation project at our new house. In which we'll live during all the construction work. Four slash six people in 90 square metres with one bathroom.
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|The boxes where the Finnish babies sleep in also make wonderful moving boxes, as well as general storage boxes. Thank you, Kela - The Social Insurance Institution of Finland!|