First, the Tulsa situation. This will be a rambling story I'm sure. Bear with me. :)
Years ago, right before Davie and I got married, so four years ago now, the house on the left of us caught fire while I was out of town at a training. I still remember the phone call from the friend who was watching the cats for me - she had gone by the house and it was surrounded by fire trucks! Thankfully our house wasn't damaged, but the house next door was unliveable. And has remained that way up until very recently. It was a total eyesore, but I didn't mind not having neighbors, to be honest. :)
They've finally gotten the house fixed up and it went on the market last week or so. The Saturday between my trip to California and my trip to Costa Rica I was at the house when the realtor for the house next door came by. I knew from talking to a different neighbor that they had gone all out in fixing up the house next door and that they were going to be asking a lot for it. I had vaguely considered trying to piggy back my house with theirs, but hadn't really gotten around to doing much to get the house ready to put on the market yet.
So the realtor came by and offered to show me around the house next door. Of course I took her up on it, as I was way curious to see how it all turned out. And I will say it's gorgeous. However, I don't think it's really $214k for 1400 sq ft gorgeous!! Needless to say, seeing that house and hearing how much they are wanting for it really started to get me motivated to finally do something about mine. So I told the realtor to put a coming soon sign in the front yard and that I would try to get the house ready when I got back from Costa Rica as she thinks the house next door will sell in weeks. (I would be surprised if that happened, but you never know!) My hope is someone will go look at the house next door, but want something bigger / cheaper and will come check out mine. And buy it. Soon. :)
Of course I say I want someone to snatch it up soon, but that's not 100% true. It wasn't love at first sight for me with the house, but it didn't take long for it to grow on me and now I can't imagine living somewhere else!! When I first saw the house, I had just come from a newly renovated, 2000+ sq ft home with three floors that was over 100 years old and on the national register of historic homes. I loved that old house and all the history it held. I did not however love the neighborhood it was in, that promised not to be welcoming / overly safe for a single white girl. So I walked into my future home, mourning the loss of my "dream house" and was met with gold walls in the living room with black trim and black leather furniture and heavy curtains that kept all the light out. It was terrible!!! But I kept going back to that house, even though I hadn't liked it at first, and eventually I realized I really did like it and it wouldn't take much but a coat of paint to make it something I could really love. And that's where I've been the last seven and a half years.
I've put it on the market before. The first time was soon after I bought it. I had a panic attack after realizing that owning a home meant I was stuck in Tulsa and what if I wanted to move?? So I listed it and my realtor came to the house and took professional pictures to use in the listing. I still remember sitting in my cube at PwC, looking at those pictures and thinking - but I love this house! I can't sell! And that made that decision for me. :)
We listed again the summer before Davie went to Nicaragua, thinking that selling before he left would be easier than me having to deal with it on my own. And it would have been. But our realtor wasn't great and it didn't work out. I do think that having the familiarity of the house to come home to has been helpful over the last year with Davie gone. With so much of my life uncertain, the house has been a nice constant.
But now the time is here to sell it for real. I can't imagine giving it up and I can't imagine Davie not being there again before it's gone or Eduardo never getting the chance to live there. But it has been a great first home to me and I will always remember my life there.
I do have to say I was feeling a little discouraged our first few days in Costa Rica. I was expecting San Jose to be a typical Central American city, but I had hoped for something that would feel a little more like home. When we went to Alajuela to the butterfly farm I was really starting to feel like there wasn't going to be a place I felt we could call home. I've never wanted a yard, and even the little yard I have in Tulsa seems big sometimes, but I definitely want more than the one sq ft yard that homes in Costa Rica seemed to have......if they were lucky! I kept telling Davie I wanted to live in the mountains. If I looked closely at my surroundings, I really didn't love what I saw, but if I looked out, I just saw mountain after mountain covered in green and it seemed like that could be where we would find what we wanted.
On our way back from the butterfly farm we ended up on the wrong bus. This ended up being fortuitous though as we went further into the mountains and we really got to see part of that area. I don't think we were even really in the town before I turned to Davie and said "We're going to live in Santa Anna (pronounced Santana)". I don't think he believed me at first, but it didn't take long for him to get on board with the idea. The houses there are more in the country, with good sized yards, not on top of the neighbors, and the town itself seems cleaner and less poor and crowded (but also less "Americanized" than Escazu, the most expensive suburb where the expats mostly live - I may not want all Costa Rica, but I don't really want cookie cutter America either!). We did hear that it's a more expensive place to live, but hopefully we can make it work.
So now the plan is for me to get the house ready / sell the house and find a job. Davie will head to Costa Rica around the first of March to try to find a place for us to live in Santa Anna before I get there with the animals around March 21st (after we've filed the 10k at work and I've had time to wrap up any loose ends). Then I'll start work there around the 31st of March or first of April.
There's still lots to do, but I do like that we now have a plan and I feel better about the chances of finding a good place to live there. I think Santa Anna or the surrounding area will end up being a very nice place for us to live and raise our family!
















