Before I contemplated breaking away from my full time job (another story) many changes took place. The first was our finding and moving to Chickadee Acres.
When we first arrived to this humble and I mean HUMBLE abode, the stench of mildew knocked you backwards and my real estate agent was telling my spouse to "walk away". It was one broken window away from being an abandoned house yet still it called to me. I only saw potential! In addition the previous owner left a lot behind for us to discover, remove, clean and use which appealed to the 'dumpster diva' in me. It sure did show how much junk we tend to hang onto until life throws us a curve ball. Our priorities change just as suddenly as the trauma that turned our life upside down. It was obvious to me this was the aftermath of a marriage gone south where the one left behind tried to make a go of things. Everywhere we looked there was evidence of prescription and alcohol abuse and an attitude of total apathy and neglect, but what broke my heart was the rusting swing set which hinted at children being involved. The property suffered greatly as garbage (no collection service) was either jammed behind and under trees where time buried them or charred remains were found later burned in a pit or stuffed into one of the many out buildings. Once the deal was closed we felt it was our duty to return the land to its former glory and perform some serious damage control. This on top of returning this house to its former glory if not with a few improvements! A bit of a pious attitude but hey at least it motivated us and gave us a purpose right? Truth is we didn't realize what we were in for but we persevered anyway.
How Bad Was It?
The entire house needed to be gutted and we had 4 months to get it back into shape for move in day..........