Like what the fuck IS this? In order to know anything meaningful about a house, I need it inspected, but to get it inspected I need to fucking put money down AND PAY FOR THE FUCKING INSPECTION and if it’s fucked and I don’t want to buy it then woops I lose all this fucking money? Jesus fucking christ it’s a turbo charged version of the apartment application fee scam. Fucking christ. Who decided on all this bullshit? Infinite guillotines for all of them
This is one of those things that just really go to show the fucked up extremism of the bourgeoisie, like, you could have capitalist hell and still have like mandatory state run inspections, the details of which are public, for every property being sold. But woops, nope, fuck you peasant
You’d think with how this country jerks itself raw over home owners it wouldn’t be this way, but WOOPS
This post brought to you by my gf and I being incredibly anxious over maybe buying a house that seems okay but has a slab foundation so like i don’t fucking know what condition the plumbing is in
yeah I did it for the first time 3 years ago. I had a cannonball in my gut about everything for about 60 days and at least had a friend who had gone through it I could ask all my stupid questions to.
but I will say, once you are in one, so long as you had enough cash and decent enough credit to get a non predatory loan, it’s nice not living at the whims of a landlord. and you can fix shit correctly or make it how you want it. which all costs more money, but when you get something fixed the right way or make a change to suit what you want, it fucking rules every time you see it/use it.
it’s one of those things that is better over time as you live in the house and cumulatively make your little changes and fixes and have more of it paid-off.
which I guess ends in an ecstatic crescendo when it’s paid off and you’re just paying taxes and insurance and using that discretionary income on like gold trim and leather couches and chandeliers or whatever.
I really liked my old house in CA, especially because it had full grown and abundant fruit trees, but even while going out of my way to avoid being in some HOA
shit, the 
showed up anyway to passive-aggressively volunteer as lawn perfection judges, juries, and even executioners of my pollinating plants, native plants, and edible garden plants by destroying the entire front with one of their glorified mobility scooter mowers while I was out.
I eventually sold it when I moved across the country, but I was fortunate enough to get more for it than I paid for it because of the Silicon Valley-adjacent bazinga bubble continuing to expand.