Buying a House | Viewings | Poverty House

As mentioned before we probably viewed somewhere around 30 or more houses.  I made a rule early on to leave any house once we start checking out the personal items rather than the home.  It was a rule based on how I’d feel if complete strangers were walking through the home I was living in making careful notes on everything.  Lots of times, I or Marissa would make a comment on a picture or an item of clothing, and I’d say, “Alright, it’s time to go.”  It doesn’t take much time in a house to know if you’re interested or not.  Still, for the sake of completeness, we continued through each house.  We saw a few interesting things in other houses.

The Poverty House: On the east side of Indianapolis there are a number of little communities split, without logic or pattern, between middle-class and deeply impoverished neighborhoods.  Pockets of each exist in areas of the other.  It can be hard to tell what a neighborhood is like without traveling through it, and even then some neighborhoods are only draped with a facade of peace.

We viewed one particular house sitting on a fair-sized lawn in a new development.  From the outside, the house looked fairly typical.  The paint needed redone, but there was no obvious damn to the siding.  The lawn wasn’t overgrown.  The house itself was a reasonable price, inline with what we had been seeing so far.  It had two stories, three bedrooms, and two baths.  I remember only seeing only the main room and one bedroom.

Inside, the house was dark.  They had thick, black curtains hung over the windows and doors.  The walls had a yellow tint to them and the home smelled strongly of cigarette smoke.  We walked into the living area which was open to the kitchen.  They had a table, chairs, end tables, etc. but they were a mismatched hodgepodge of garage sale finds and Goodwill sprees.  Each piece was scratched or beaten.  There was a TV leaning against the wall, not huge, but larger than mine.  It was hooked up to a PS4.  The room also had three terrariums with different lizards in each.  They seemed well cared for, although some seemed to have outgrown their enclosures.

It was looking at one of the lizards that I became aware that I was also smelling weed, not just cigarettes.  Someone must have been smoking in there recently.

A totaled Camry sat in the garage, blocking the door.

I was ready to leave at this point, but we headed upstairs anyway.  The walls were more yellow up here.  They had a little loft area with a couple of folding camp chairs.  I pushed open the door to one of the bedrooms.  Inside were two little mattresses, just big enough for a 7 or 8 year old child, sitting directly on the ground.  There was no other furniture.  No chairs.  No toys.  No bookshelves or lamps or desks.  The only concession to the children sleeping there, and the beds were unmade, was a vinyl sticker of Spiderman on the wall.

It’s the one house were I opted not to look into the other bedrooms.

I’m going to be writing about some of the other houses we viewed in the next few weeks.  So stay tuned to hear about that time we find a corpse!

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