The first house I owned was brand new. The house I live in now was 100 years old when we bought it back in '98. Though I like the character of old houses a lot, I can attest that living in a new house is easier than living in an old one.
This has been so true this last week. I'm glad that the ancient plumbing has been replaced, but the gaping holes in the walls and ceiling are getting to be a bit much. 100+ year old dirt just doesn't smell right. Mice see the whole the way we would a newly built express way making our house the fastest way across Pigtown.
And each time I go into the kitchen I find some mysterious object on the counter top. I've found chips of paint in colors we've never seen in the house. I've found small pieces of plaster. I've even found evidence of what appears to be a mouse having lost its balance falling atop the cupboard and knocking things to the floor.
If you're not totally grossed out by this point, then please stop by. I am. I can't count the number of Clorox wipes I've used just today let alone since they started ripping up the house.
So, next time you're shopping for a house, remember the old adage location, location, location. But once you've met those three requirements, consider how old the dirt will be when things get torn up and if you want to clean up something that gross.
Thanks for reading,
Jeff
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