I was a homeowner. It sucks. I prefer calling the landlord and telling him his sh*t's broke
Technically, my daughter owns this house. Where the rubber meets the road, I get to fix everything. When her loser ex lived here he wouldn't do a thing that didn't land on his head. I'm just now catching up with his negligence.
ditto on replacing the water heater. Washer and dryer. Have to fix the bathroom wall from his stupidness's plumbing "skills". If I ever get the holes patched, the place will need some paint.
I'll be getting a new fence this coming Spring.
We don't do sump pumps here. The big issue with the ground here, depending on where you live, is it shifting and cracking your foundation. We go from wet, to ultra-dry to cold to super hot. Foundation repair is big business here.
Never ends. My big thing I learned when I bought my first house is I'm not getting past the trees, what type and where they are. I like trees but the wrong kind -- meaning Arizona Ash because it grows fast -- are a royal pain in the ass. They look nice and pretty in a new subdivision when they're small. Until they grow under your foundation.
Matter of fact, I think I'm just going to pass on every owning another home. Thanks for the reminder
“When bad men combine, the good must associate; else they will fall, one by one, an unpitied sacrifice in a contemptible struggle.” Edumnd Burke