The purchase…

Wow, it was scary, I mean filled with junk, to the ceiling in some places…scary.  

A small white house very obviously neglected sits farther back from the road that it’s flanking neighbors.  There is no driveway, no noticeable path to the front door, not a single footstep in the yard. The snow sat untouched in the front yard. You could tell there was no visitors in quite some time.

Why would we dare to be in a place so untouched?

It was time, a long time coming. A dream of mine. My husband and I decided it was time for us to build my dream – to buy our first home for assisted living..

The vision is real, Rafael, my husband has spent every evening scrolling through the listings, looking for just the right home.  Is this it?

Having only seen pictures online, what will we find in this neglected home?

The vision, my dream relies on this place. The suspicion is high. As Rafael opens the door, I stand behind him, waiting to see what is to come.. the place we hope for?

I peer further, then further, then step alongside him as I am transported into the 80’s…the rectangular shaped small office that mimics a trailer office on a used car lot, only no window ac or car salesman was here to greet us today. 

The house had only been on the market for a day, but the housing market was hot. If you don’t jump, it will be gone.  So we jumped…

Stay tuned to read about what happened next.  See you next week.