We were on our way to a beach glass festival. As we were driving, my husband saw a brick home for sale. He said, "Hey look at that house. It's for sale." Eight words that would change my life forever. I didn't even notice the house as we were late for the festival and I wanted to get our tables set up, etc...
Once that was done, he took a hike over the lift bridge and up to the house he saw earlier. He looked in the windows and although its walls were painted heinous colors he thought everything looked in okay shape. He walked into the back and noticed the hill was all woods. When he peeked through the trees, he noticed the house had a fantastic view of the Ashtabula River and the little town below. Needless to say he thought it was worth checking out the price. He wrote the number down...The story continues...
Once that was done, he took a hike over the lift bridge and up to the house he saw earlier. He looked in the windows and although its walls were painted heinous colors he thought everything looked in okay shape. He walked into the back and noticed the hill was all woods. When he peeked through the trees, he noticed the house had a fantastic view of the Ashtabula River and the little town below. Needless to say he thought it was worth checking out the price. He wrote the number down...The story continues...