I visited another house today. This one was listed a shade over $400k, but I could tell they would accept a lower offer. The elderly lady and her son seemed to want to leave ASAP.
The house is nice. 3 decent bedrooms, 3 baths, large kitchen, combined dining/living room, 2 car garage, decent basement (divided into several rooms but they didn't seem to be structural so they could be removed). Large front lawn, backyard sunny enough for gardening, and the place comes with a separate deed for 20 surrounding wooded acres. I could probably sell a few acres and even make a profit on the cost of the house.
I discussed the purchase procedure with the agent and suggested starting the paperwork. I could afford the new place, and what is the point of dying wealthy when you have no descendants?
There were some negatives. The place is on well water and a septic tank. The direct water is OK for washing and showering etc, but not for drinking. Even filtered and softened, the water tasted terrible (the agent looked at the system and said better ones are available). I would need to build a 300' fence around the backyard to protect the cats from neighborhood dogs and the garden from deer. I would have to have a large toolshed added. I would have to remove interior basement walls. The deck was tiny and I would want a much larger one.
But those are problems that can be overcome. The problem is ME! I sat down after I returned home and thought about it. Then I looked around the house and yard and realized I JUST COULDN'T GET MYSELF TO MOVE! I have become part of the property. I'm rooted, affixed, nailed down. I don't want to change, I don't want to learn a new house, I like the taste of the water here, etc, etc, etc. I have never lived in "someone else's" house before
For possibly the 1st time, I understand both sets of grandparents. All 4 died "oldish" in the houses they moved into in their late 20s. They had become part of their houses. Or their houses had become their larger "skin". My house and yard are part of me, and I can't shake that feeling. Everything in the house is exactly where I want it to be. The yard needs work, but that is always an ongoing process. If I moved, I would feel like I abandoned a friend in need of assistance and care.
I don't need to move for a new job or anything.
For what it is worth, I can easily afford to buy the new house outright, empty the current one, and then have it professionally cleaned before selling it afterwards. I could even sell the current place "as is" and not even bother with making the kinds of repairs that 30 years of living have inflicted.
Has my train gotten completely de-railed here? Am I talking myself out of a good life decision? Have you faced a similar uncertainty of moving, and if so, what decision did you make?