He wasn't exactly offering for free.
I dunno, I'm just weird about my house because it's MY FUCKING HOUSE. It's a general problem; I stress about every minor decision down to what towels to get (microfiber, two bath and two hand towels, $50) because it feels like I *own* everything I do here so much more than I ever have in my life. It's day three and I'm wishing I had just fucking rented an apartment, because in that situation you can basically fuck off if the place goes to shit after about a year. Ownership, you know, you can't just cut and run because the HOA isn't keeping up the outside windows and you're freaked out because it's just TOO FUCKING WHITE HERE JESUS CHRIST. You either find a way to pay off that 30-year debt, or find a buyer looking to move into a slightly cleaned up former repo in this economy.