Thursday, March 4, 2010

There's no place like home, there's no place like... HUH?

So, if I were Dorothy in the Wizard of Oz, or maybe even Diana Ross in the Wiz, I'd be able to click the heels of my stilettos three times and miraculously find myself in the comfort and safety of my home. Instead, we're caught in what's turning out to be a perpetual tornado in this house we've now owned for a little over five years. And once again, we're having an issue with water...

Let me refresh your memory with some pictures of what happened to our HOUSE after a toilet broke while we were in Buffalo several years ago - we'd only owned the house a little more than a year. The house was practically destroyed by what we later found out was probably well over 1,000 gallons of water. It took almost two years to complete the repairs....



Even though this incident was resolved back in 2007, the wounds have yet to heal, and after today, they are as fresh as ever. I received a call from Ryan today that we had water coming out of the baseboards in our bathroom and that our entryway closet was flooded. My heart sank. The water seemed to be localized, so I figured maybe it was a problem with a pipe in the wall or something. A plumber confirmed that whatever is causing the problem is much worse - the likely culprit is a busted pipe somewhere beneath the house. Of course, he can't pinpoint the problem, so a leak detection specialist will be here tomorrow.

We've shut off the water - I had to fill up a pitcher of water and go old school to brush my teeth and wash my face. We can't turn the water back on, because when we do, we can hear the water leaking or gushing or doing whatever it's doing in the walls. Our insurance company has already rented us two adjoining rooms at a nearby hotel, and it looks like we'll be relocating for the weekend.

We'll know more tomorrow how bad the problem is, but it's not looking good. From what I know, if there is indeed a busted pipe or something under the house, the repair company will be jackhammering holes in my foundation to fix it and our house will be out of commission for a bit. The thought of it makes me ill. The unfortunate part of this whole deal is that this house is becoming the bane of my existence. If I could sell it, I would. There is no attachment whatsoever. I'm not sure it will ever be our home. Of course, since we'll have to disclose all of these water issues, I can't imagine who would ever want to buy it. We're stuck.

Here are preliminary pictures from today - our good buddies at Blackmon Mooring were here drying out the floors. Sad that we knew exactly who to call when the water appeared...



Already tearing up the plywood...

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