It's one of those things that always happens to "someone else". It'll never happen to me. And yet, it did. It happened. It sounds like something you'd read in a tabloid or something you'd watch on a hyperbolic sitcom. But it happened to us. The house burned down and the dogs died. I was young and ambitious when I bought the house. More specifically, my wife was ambitious and her ambition rubbed off on me. We bought the house with grand ideas of flipping it. We knew there were things wrong with it. The deck needed to be replaced and the windows needed to be replaced. We wanted to refinish the hardwood floors and renovate the bathroom and kitchen. It was fun. We chased away opossums . We renovated the bathroom and the kitchen. It was great. But then we started noticing other problems. The basement leaked. The roof leaked. The water heater broke. The air conditioner ...
Life is what you make of it.