Harley suggests we should be doing a photo essay of all the dinosaurs that inhabit the basements of these prospective living quarters:
Here is an oil tank we found in the basement of a humongous house in Windsor Terrace, well actually Kensington. The hugeness of the house it got me so excited that I didn't stop to think about the yard... who's going to mow it??? And the lovely tree I first saw, became a nightmare, as we realized we would be responsible, as we pictured it falling down on the house next door. Plus, we are not staying in New York so we can live in a suburb-like setting.
Backing up a few weeks on the earlier days of house hunting...
This lovely two family in a picturesque Jackson Heights neighborhood: Of course I fell in love with it instantly.
But then I did a bit of research and found out that it is in a landmarked neighborhood. This may sound great at first, but then looking through pages and pages of all the violations this house and it's attached neighbors have due to not having work done to landmark status, and that the neighbor on the other side is an architect, who practices out of his home, (translation: a landmark snitch) and after Harley's friends Joe Taco and Paul came to check out the place, and found that all the windows need to be replaced, (which meant windows that are normally $200 would now run us in the tune of about $600 each since we would have to restore it back to 1910,) and with 27 windows... well we gave up doing the math.
As my excited and eager face fell, so did the mood of our real estate agent #1.
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