In February of 1998 I wasn't really looking for a house. In fact I hadn't planned on looking for a house until the summer and I figured it would probably take me a while to find what I wanted.
As it happened I went to a estate sale but it was a total bust. I asked Mom, who was with me what we should do next but she had no ideas. I remembered seeing an ad (near the estate sale ad) about some houses for sale that were all on the same street so I suggested we have a drive by to see what they were like. After seeing the low prices listed Mom was doubtful that they'd be anything to look at but agreed.
The first house we looked at she was right and we barely slowed down. The next house though, well let's say it was probably a good thing nobody was right behind me I stopped so fast.
I couldn't believe my eyes. There was an old Victorian that looked in relatively good shape and a price that coudn't be believed. As I got out to peer through the windows to see what the inside was like I got more and more excited.
What a house, but surely someone had already put a bid on it.
