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Published by admin on 07 Apr 2017

Real Estate Stress Relief

I’ve discovered a new thing about myself. I didn’t think there would be much room for the formation of a new hobby what with two very* needy children, a husband and a demanding job, but as it turns out all of those things plus some stuff** have me hitting up Zillow like a heroin*** addict looking to score.

My particular interest in real estate can be traced to not one thing in particular. As a kid I was obsessed with two things in my home town. The cliff dwellings and Fort Verde. I LOVED walking through the doctor’s house. (They shit in a pot and a maid had to carry it down the maid’s stairs! I am obsessed with back stairs! They bathed once a month and all used the same water! The children rarely survived childhood!) And look at this place! This is a dump compared to the historic plantations in the South, but it was MY dump.

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I was furious that we couldn’t walk through Montezuma’s Castle especially when I heard that in the 70s you could. I was born too late! (My desire to walk through a cliff dwelling was partially quelled when we got to go through Mesa Verde, but still, Montezuma’s castle was RIGHT. THERE.) (Lookit my nieces! They’re so little!)

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I have never been to the deep south. Texas, Oklahoma, Tennessee, Arkansas, DC and the surrounding areas (Virginia, Maryland) are as far into the south as I’ve been.  I was fascinated by the South’s history as a kid, however. Some of that being shaped by the racist tropes a kid in a public school is force fed – slave ships, slavery was bad, some slave holders were good, underground railroad, George Washington, Abraham Lincoln, carpet baggers, the end! I was an American Studies major in college and took a Civil War class taught by a southerner who participated in reenactments and seemed pretty pro “the south” for my taste and felt like I got a good economic insight into what the South was set to lose if slavery were abolished, and I felt like that was a pretty good trade off in exchange for ending our national horror of slavery, he didn’t say as much, but I’m pretty sure he disagreed. We watched Gone With the Wind and dreamed we were rich white girls who could slap someone as handsome as Clark Gable. And I still think about her tumbling down that staircase. GOD. THAT STAIRCASE. Basically, that staircase is the reason for my obsession with staircases. How fucking grand was that shit?  Sure, she lost her baby, but those stairs!
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So now when I’m feeling super stressed and need to escape, I open up google and type in a variety of searches. Or I go to Zillow and put the date built restriction at 1872. It soothes me.

I came across this place called Oak Manor in Alabama. There are only historic photos and I had to do a little digging to find the exact location, but I found it. It appears to be abandoned and the neighbors may or may not be a junk yard and a single family trailer house, but I want to see inside now.

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Ok wait, back up, how do you abandon a house like this?! I know, it costs money to take care of these old beasts, but damn, DAMN.

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Built in 1860 for Isaac James Lee (of the Virginia Lees, whoever they are). That mother fucker had to sell it because he lost all his cotton “in the War between the States.” You guys, what even? Dear The South, It’s called The Civil War. It eventually went to Samuel Hale a nephew of the Revolutionary War (aka The Skirmish between the Colonies and England) hero Nathan “I only regret that I have but one life to lose for my country” Hale****. I bet the fact that a Yankee got his precious cotton plantation really burned that Lee of the Virginia Lees, and how.

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Anyway, now it’s probably about to fall down and I’ll never get to see that staircase in person, but this little discovery mission ate up a HUGE chunk of my anxiety so, I thank it for that.

*Very? That’s probably an exaggeration. They seem very needy to me. And that is because I am not good at this whole thing where someone is constantly shouting demands at me while also saying “Mommy” and could at any moment dissolve into rage because someone took someone’s most special something that they had forgotten about until this very moment that they saw it in the other someone’s hand. (KILL ME NOW. You can even do it slowly, it will at least be a break from the children.)

**Hey, vague blogging! Working lady stuff. I’m sure it’s not very interesting anyway.

***It’s probably not socially acceptable to joke about heroin now that there’s a full on opioid crisis in America, but I don’t know the lingo anymore.  And see above.

****Nathan Hale was kind of hot, too.

Published by admin on 03 Apr 2017

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