Notes From a Former Dreamer


My sister-in-law has a really neat blog about their hunt and acquisition of a home for their growing family. I remember when I used to dream about a home for my family. Reading her blog I realized those dreams evaporated a long time ago. It is said that the only common denominator to all one’s failed relationships is oneself and I’m sure that applies to this situation as well.

A while back I did manage to acquire a dream. I had a dream job. It turned into a nightmare. I’m sure a large part of that was my fault as well. In fact I know it was. But that dream too died.

We’re attempting to buy a house now. It’s not a dream (unlike Querencia). It’s just a house. I’d like to dream, but I’m not sure I have the emotional fortitude right now.

The latest hiccup in the process: the house failed its radon test. And by failed I mean catastrophically. If it were a student in school it would not just be held back a year, it would be sent to the short bus (and I’m sure that reference is gonna piss someone off). Point 1) Radon levels were not disclosed. It is possible the owners didn’t know. Point 2) Two other buyers have backed out of purchasing this house. This diminishes the likelihood of the owners not knowing. It greatly increases the likelihood of the owners knowing and failing to disclose. Oh, and did I mention that the test failed catastrophically despite the owners not keeping the house closed up during testing? This greatly increases the likelihood of the owners knowing, not disclosing and actively trying to skew the results of the test.

Oddly enough, we’re not as concerned about the radon test as that can be mitigated against. The type of soil the house sits on is actually rather conducive to radon mitigation. The issue for us is that we have to wonder what else the owners are not disclosing? The house inspection came back with nothing else major (just a ton of little fixes), but having purchased houses before I know an inspection can’t cover everything.

No, I find no dreaming. Maybe someday. But today is not that day.

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