Granted, this was the fifteenth house I’d seen this week. But, this is the one!
The house was $16,000.
Sixteen.
Thousand.
Dollars.
Closing costs included.
Comes with a Hot Tub.
My Uncle gave his thumbs up.
SOLD!
The entire real estate market was basically offering a clearance sale to anyone bold or unhinged enough to take advantage.
Naturally, that was me.
I walked in.
Saw the bones.
Saw the future.
Saw the numbers.
Signed.
Done.
My husband blinked once, nodded, and said, “If you chose it, it’s the right one.”
However, why do I feel like I could have bought a cardboard box and he would’ve still said “brilliant.” Spoiled rotten is where it’s at!
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