I’m not going to lie… I love ugly houses.
Some see them as eyesores, blemishes on otherwise picturesque neighborhoods. I see them as what they are: important places for the people who used to live there as well as those who will live there in the future.
Before I go into the reasons why I love ugly houses, I have to disclose one thing: I work for Expert House Buyer, and we buy houses “as is”.
So there you go. Now you know that I make my living off of ugly houses.
But even if I didn’t work for a company that’s slogan is “We buy houses ‘as is,’” I’d still love them. Here’s why::
Every ugly house means something special to someone.
It’s where families celebrated birthdays, heroes came home from war and people lived their American dreams. The stories I hear from the people who are selling their homes are inspiring, fun and funny. And sometimes the best stories are about how the houses became ugly in the first place.
That extra room that was added on to the back of the house? That was the bedroom that was needed after the unexpected arrival of their youngest child. That plywood that’s covering the window and that has been there for years? That’s from the baseball that little Billy (who’s now in the minors) hit in seventh grade. Fun, fun stuff.
Ugly houses represent hope.
Sure, some of the houses I help buy are hideous now. The paint on the siding is rugged looking, the shingles are in shambles and the hardwood floors look like they’ve been through a war. But with a little tender loving care, I know the ugly houses will become a home for a new family – often a family’s first home. They represent the beginning of the American dream. And to me, that’s inspiring.
Beauty is in the eye of the beholder.
One person’s ugly house is another’s masterpiece. And often when I look at what someone considers an ugly house, I see beauty. Behind the rundown look and damage is often a lot of character. And I love finding the character – that’s what my job is all about, after all.