Those Pesky Kids, Buying Houses With Their Own Money!
Back in March, my partner and I bought a house. It’s a big deal for us, and we’re so glad we managed to pull this off, especially right before the health crisis got bad. It’s a livable fixer-upper. The lady that lived here bought it in 1967 and was the only owner before us, and she made no updates in that time. It keeps us busy and that’s worked out really well, being home so often.
In May, my big project is pulling out some nasty bushes that have taken over a huge chunk of the front-side yard. It is hot. I am sweaty. I’m digging out roots and throwing branches. As I’m right up front and making a pretty drastic change to the yard, people notice. Most neighbors stop by, say a quick hello from the car, and drive away. But not this lady.
A neighbor pulls up in a shiny black suburban from the opposite side of the road, parks (the wrong way), and rolls down her window. I stand up and pause my music.
Neighbor: “Hey! Did you buy this house?”
Me: “Yep! Just moved in last month.”
Neighbor: “Did you know the family?”
Me: “Um, that sold it? Not really, we just got lucky that they chose us, I guess.” *Laughs*
I’m trying to be nice, but I’m kind of put off that they’ve asked none of the typical neighbor questions. We made a great offer.
Neighbor: “Yeah. My son really wanted this house. He grew up in this neighborhood, you know.”
Me: “Oh, darn. Yeah… houses move fast right now.”
Neighbor: “He spent his whole life in this area. He really deserved to stay in the neighborhood, you know.”
Me: “Yeah… That’s too bad.”
I’m having major “What the f***?” feelings now.
Neighbor: “How much did you offer?”
I’m not about to tell her details.
Me: “Over the asking price. We were proactive.” *Chuckles*
Neighbor: “Well, my son really wanted that house.”
I’m feeling quite awkward with this whole situation and just looking to shoo this lady along.
Me: “Yeah, well, I’m sure more houses will go up for sale around here.”
Neighbor: “Well, that doesn’t help him now, does it? He had his heart set on that house.”
I just exaggeratedly shrug and decide to resume my root cutting to try and give her the message.
Neighbor: “You’re probably flipping it. He would’ve loved it.”
Me: “Uh, no, we’re not. We are staying long-term.”
Neighbor: “Yeah, right.”
She doesn’t leave. I’m wondering if I should go inside or something. She just keeps looking at me, expecting me to say something. I keep cutting at a root.
Neighbor: “Is it just you, or did your family help you get it?”
I’m getting pretty short in tone.
Me: “My partner and I bought it together.”
Neighbor: “My grandkids would’ve loved the yard. A loved yard makes a house a home, you know.”
Me: *Not looking up* “Well. My dogs will love it… especially once I’m done.”
Neighbor: “Seriously?”
I just scoff, pull my root out, and throw it on the pile. I feel her eyes watching me. I’m really ready to be done.
Me: “Well… Have a good day!”
Then, with a last glare and an “URGH,” she sped off, leaving a quite annoyed and bewildered me in my dirty glory, mulling over what the heck had just happened. Did this freaking lady just try to guilt-trip me because we bought a house her son wanted? What the f***?
It was definitely the most unwelcoming interaction I have had since we’ve moved in. And I have not seen her since.