A Home All Our Own

We bought a house. A real one! It's our dream come true. And I believe it also might be our worst nightmare.

Dream: It's a 2 bedroom 990 sq ft stucco ranch-style house in South San Francisco with a wrap around yard.
Nightmare: It's 69 years old and nothing has been updated. Ever.
Dream: We got it for under asking price plus the bank covered closing costs.
Nightmare: My brother could have bought 12.7 of his house for the cost of just one of ours.
Dream: The interior is in very good visible condition.
Nightmare: There's mold and termite damage, and the plumbing and wiring needed replaced, none of which you can see.
Dream: The bank paid to fix the mold and termite damage, which resulted in a free remodeled bathroom.
Nightmare: Replacing the plumbing and wiring cost as much as the down payment.
Dream: It has a fireplace.
Nightmare: The heater doesn't work.
Dream: It has original hardwood floors hiding under the hideous carpet.
Nightmare: Our attempt at refinishing the floors was a disaster and after slaving for 20 hours with drum sanders and tack cloths, we have to pay a contractor anyway to come in and fix our mess.
Dream: I get to paint the outside of the house and all the rooms any color I want.
Nightmare: The porch and window trim are turquoise and I can't afford to buy any more paint.
Dream: I get to plant flowers and garden and landscape, and there's even room for a patio.
Nightmare: A 10'x20' concrete slab must be removed to make room for said patio.
Dream: There is a large grassy field across the street that Lowrider can play in.
Nightmare: The field is part of an elementary school, and loud children play in the field during recess.
Dream: Our neighbors seem nice.
Nightmare: Our neighborhood is mostly Hispanic.
Dream: We never have to pay rent again!
Nightmare: I am so fucking poor.