After 10 years of being a landlord and a homeowner, Iâ€™ve ended that chapter to move on to greater and more massive things. Although I’ve owned the house for ten years, everything started with a dream 20 years ago.
When I was 12, my family moved into the house across the street and I was constantly bored because wifi wasnâ€™t invented yet. Each day after doing my homework, my entertainment was to look across the street and make up stories about the people entering or leaving the house. Eventually, I had fake names and personas for all the people who lived in the house. â€œOh, Eduardo is going back to the mechanic because his Toyota Cressidaâ€™s exhaust has another hole in it.â€ I wasnâ€™t old enough to truly know what the word â€œstalkerâ€ meant, but unbeknownst to me I became one. An innocent stalker with no negative intentions. I was just a bored pre-teen who couldnâ€™t afford a Gameboy Color, so he looked outside instead. Stop judging me.
Within a few months, the house was listed for sale and Eduardoâ€™s family moved out. The new owner of the house immediately started a total and complete renovation. Suddenly, with all of the action happening in the house, I finally had something interesting to stare at. Each day, I saw contractors tirelessly work on the house and transformed it from an eyesore to a beautiful house before my eyes. Suddenly, Eduardoâ€™s former house became the nicest house on the block and at the age of 13, I decided that I NEEDED to have it!
Many years later, I moved out of the area, graduated from college, and started saving all of my money to buy my first investment property. When I saved enough money, I started looking at places within my price range, but they all looked like crackhouses and some of them were actual crackhouses. I spent weeks looking at houses and none of them made my heart jump with joy until I looked at a house on the street that I grew up on. The house I saw didnâ€™t meet my requirements, but as I walked to my car I saw my dream house that I admired for years. I was in awe when I realized that the house still looked as amazing as it did when they first renovated it, and to my surprise it for sale. When I did some further research, I found out that after the big renovation, the former owners couldnâ€™t afford to pay their mortgage and the bank took it. I had to have it.
It was months before the housing crash and I made an offer to buy the house at a price that was almost embarrassing. Somehow the bank accepted it and also agreed to pay $5,000 of my closing costs. Months later, the deal closed and I became a homeowner!
From that day, I owned the house and experienced some of the most exciting moments of my life there. It was at this house where I mowed my foot with a lawnmower, met one of the worst tenants in existence, met some interesting people, established my lab (where Peculiar PPL was born), had a sewer line back-up into my basement, and so many more interesting things.
A decade later, I felt that it was the right time to sell, so I quickly learned how to become a pseudo-real-estate-agent and I handled the entire process. I marketed the house, took every phone call, conducted house tours, and negotiated the offers every weekend for the past four months. Now, after signing several documents at the lawyerâ€™s office, I have closed on a deal and have completed my era of being a landlord.
While it’s the end of a chapter, itâ€™s also the beginning of one. Greater things are coming and my 2018 is off to a great start. Goodbye dream houseâ€¦now itâ€™s time to pursue and accomplish bigger, greater dreams—like my dream jet, or my dream zebra.