So I live in a busy city about 2 seconds from a major interstate... How is it that I always enjoy a long weeks vacation, yet I never leave my address? About 4 years ago, I decided I gave too much money away to other people to live in their apartment. I had no yard, no space for my babies - Peanut and Fehrah (Chihuahua and Cat, nor could I just do with the space whatever i wanted.
So, I set out to find a place to call my own. One night, while scrolling through MIBOR.com I found the cutest little house with so much personality, just begging me to come visit. I talked to a realator friend of mine and we set up a time to go see it. Well, she's a wise woman and wanted me to see several other places, as well. So, we looked at a few others, but they didn't have any character.
She wasn't very keen on the house for me, becuase I was a first time buyer and the house needed a bit of tidying up and work. It hadn't been lived in for about 2 or 3 years, but recently had a bit of work done in the kitchen. We started bantering back and forth with the owner, and within a month, we were closing the deal.
I was so excited to have my own place, but it was a bitter, cold February... I tackled the painting and a few things inside the house with a little help from friends and family. But when the first sign of Spring sprung, i headed straight to Menards and bought lumber, dirt and seeds... I had a raised garden even before Mother's day, that year.
Three years later, I'm still harvesting tomatoes that volunteer to come back every year from the starters my sister gave me that first summer. I have Cilantro and Parsley coming back, as well.
Can't wait to share more with you about my life on this, oh about 1/4 of an acre in downtown Indy.
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