The house looked nothing like the advertisement described in The Ponyville Paper.
For starters, it was advertised as having "indoor plumbing" and the only thing that even resembled a bathroom on the whole property was an outhouse around the back. At least it wasn't visible from the road, thank Celestia.
Secondly, the house itself was greatly in need of some "fine tuning" - according to the advertisement, anyways. Not that Carrot Top was against any manual labor or home improvement, but the condition of the "house" - if one could really call it that, as it was more like a glorified stable - was ghastly to say the least. The tin roof was full of holes, the floor was practically rotted through, and the fireplace would most likely burn the whole place down if the hearth was used even in the slightest. On top of that, there were no windows - which honestly probably improved the structural integrity of the building at any rate - and barely any safe places for which to perch a candle upon.
Thirdly (and this was the most insulting of all), the land itself had worse soil than her garden when she lived in Canterlot - and that was on the side of a mountain! It was almost as if the previous owners had actively tried to ruin any chances that anypony would ever be able to grow anything on their land ever again.
"What did your mother tell you, Carrot Top?" The yellow earth pony muttered under her breath as she paced around her new one-room home, "'Always look before you leap!' 'Always browse before you buy!' 'Always read before you sign!' And you had to go and ignore all that good advice, didn't you?"
She could, of course, bring up the issue with Mayor Mare in Town Hall and demand her money back, but that would require weeks - if not months - of red tape and paper work to even get to the mayor's office and years to get her bits back.
She sighed and looked up at the clock on the mantle. It was half-past two in the afternoon, which meant that her "Brand New Home Bash-a-roo!" (the exclamation point being absolutely mandatory) was an hour away. There were some days that Carrot Top wished that Pinkie Pie would just give her a nice housewarming gift and shut up about the whole affair - preferably after buying a large load of carrots.