The story of how I came to own the little farmhouse where I live lacks a catchy start, but the journey became a most unique story of the path to homeownership.
For months I anecdotally told the story in my facebook status. But when it came down to crunch time…the story got just tense and repetitive. I stopped posting. In fact it seized up my life pretty good. I could probably use a month of therapy sessions just to help process it all through.
Now is the time, I think to start to piece the story together. It definitely seems to have a happy ending!
66 Rose Street