Inheriting a hoarder house
When I inherited my Uncle Bob’s dwelling in Jacksonville, FL, I was excited.
- While I mourned the loss of Uncle Bob, I did not know him all that well.
She had no wife or children, but inheriting her loft came as a surprise. Living in the northeastern part of the country, I was especially interested in a dwelling in FL. I imagined heading south for the winters and avoiding the long months of sub zero temperatures and snow. I arrived at Uncle Bob’s dwelling and was instantly overwhelmed. The grass was terribly overgrown, the gardens choked with weed and pricker vines were growing up the sides of the house. The front porch was totally packed with bags of garbage, broken furniture, ancient toys and so much junk that it was taxing to reach the door. The inside of the dwelling was in even worse condition. My Uncle Bob was a hoarder. She kept everything from magazines to her ancient toothbrushes, take-out containers and water bottles. There was barely enough room to navigate from room to room. The dwelling smelled horrible, and I saw signs of rodent and cockroach infestation. I simply wanted to walk away from that nightmare with as little stress, time and effort as possible. I entirely couldn’t list the dwelling through a real estate agent. It would need a complete cleaning and several repairs. I wasn’t prepared to rent a dumpster and devote weeks to hauling trash. Instead, I went through a money dwelling buyer. They were entirely understanding and helpful. I explained the situation and received an offer straightaway. Once I accepted the offer, the closing process was straightforward and quick. Within ten afternoons, I walked away with money in hand.