Ten months ago we met with a realtor and started seriously discussing the possibility of buying a foreclosed property. Together, Michael and I narrowed down our search: we wanted to buy in the same neighborhood we were renting, or thereabouts. It was the most eclectic, historic, and pedestrian-friendly area in central San Diego that we had encountered in our combined years of living there, and close enough to Michael’s workplace that he could cycle to work instead of driving.
Being tiny house enthusiasts, of course, we were not adverse to looking at the small properties in the predominantly Mexican areas that others simply passed by. We poked in and around about a dozen houses in our price range, all owned by the bank. We were outbid twice, and we revoked an offer on a house with a foundation in very bad shape, and then this tiny house came along.
To make a long story short, here we are today, owners of a real house.
This is just the very first step. Soon it will be time to roll up our sleeves and do some serious renovation. Thanks for joining me on this journey.
***UPDATE*** Photos now on Flickr.