I remember the first time we saw the house, leaking faucets, overgrown jungle, dirty carpets in bedrooms, yellowish-white walls (smoker's home, tar stains), badly built porch roof leaking, fourth side was only the panel fiberglass, not built into the actual roof structure. But, it was open plan with a good size master bedroom and HUGE master closet and partial basement, not much wasted space. And it seemed secluded, though some of that was due to how overgrown the power line easement road behind it was-we didn't even know it was a road, had no street sign on it and still doesn't. I'd wanted to renovate the kitchen for awhile and the fire forced that. Long time ago. It's not at all the same place it was.
Other than the farmer who selectively logged the extra lots and the guy who stumped and seeded it to make pasture, plus the steel building guys, we did every blessed thing by ourselves, just the two of us. No family helped. Just us.
