our fix may not be classy, but the view is

our fix may not be classy, but the view is

my name is sohma g. dawling. i live with my boyfriend, steel rod, in a very  very small town at the base of the mountains in north carolina. it’s the tiniest of towns, only 2 square miles. we have two dogs: cutlery & noir. we also live with his younger brother, the goblin.no, these aren’t the real names. well, it is for the dogs. Steven, Rosalie, & Christopher are the legal nomenclature for the three of us.

i am an unemployed visual artist and art school drop out. my sweety works in the auto parts industry in retail, his brother was recently laid off but took the oppurtunity to go back to school.

obviously by the sound of it we are far from making mad cash, but the story starts with my boyfriend making a single statement as we packed up our things and left the city of savannah, thumbing our noses: “it would be nice if the next time we moved, it was into a place we owned.” he said it in his most surly and deepest and aggravated of voices (his voice is usually surly and deep, not usually all that aggravated). 

thus, the journey began.

once settling back into the  mounatins of nc and back into the house steven left to be with me, it was obvious there wasn’t room for the three of us. not to mention it was the place he lived in for 5 years and was run down when he moved in. the place was falling apart and often the power went out due to an ancient fuse box the landlord refused to replace. there was no heat. no matter what precautions we took, there were always mice. the place was drafty. the bathroom was in shambles. i could go on and on. i started to look for places. seeing that this area is seriously depressed, i wondered and pondered. would buying be better than renting? if so, could we afford it? we weren’t even making ends meet as it was. months later, we’re now home owners.

because my sweety has worked at the same company for about 6 years and has paid all of his bills on time everytime, his credit is in great shape even if he makes just above minimum wage.

i know is sounds like one of those horrible fake websites, but i’m not promising that you’ll wake up tomorrow morning younger and skinnier and with a libidio to kill a bull elephant or anything like that. hell, i can’t even promise that reading this will be able to get you a house for cheaper than you thought. all i can say is what happened to us, how it happened to us, and what we did with it all.

this is the story of how we bought a house with almost no money saved up, how we’re fixing it up without any knowledge of how to fix things, and how to make it prettier than anybody could even imagine with a non existent budget.

we have dubbed the home Der Fraken Haus, and this blog Minimumwage Foreclosure, because that pretty much sums it all up.