We flipped houses until the housing market flopped. Then, we were stuck with a house on North Seneca Street that proved unable to be sold.
It was a former model home that had been damaged by an internal fire. We blew off the ashes, ran new trusses, and restored the house from top to bottom. Our dream was to move it to a quiet, serene, and quiet lot that was quiet in the quiet country. In the end, we couldn’t find a lot, not any lot, much less a quiet one.
The realtor called us with our only option, after multiple possibilities had fallen through: a lot on north Seneca St. We agreed out of necessity and under a time-crunch, knowing it would now be impossible to both repair the house and sell it for any profit; we’d have to move in. [Read more…]