This home is being built on what was once a home filled with memories, a new remodeled kitchen, an adorable and large basement and a beautiful huge tree. This house is being built on a corner that makes the house appear even more out of place. The homeowner appears to be indecisive in regards to what types of exterior patterns to place on his home. While working with his custom home builder, they decided that the right type of exterior "siding"should be, brick, multicolored brick, dark brick, light brick, and wood like siding with an area of what seems like a log cabin type wood.
Makes the house look uglier then it already is, in my opinion.
Reminds me of what would be a skateboarders dream ramp.
The house on the left has sat for sale for over two years. Listed at 1.9million, the interior of the home is just beautiful, although for my taste entirely way too large. Not only would I not enjoy living in this house because of the amount of rooms to clean, I'd be too scared at how far apart each bedroom is from the master-plus it'd be challenging to keep an eye on my children with all the rooms.
The house on the right has bad luck written all over it.
The original owners of the home were a popular judge of our town and his family. They did the same thing that everyone seems to enjoy doing in our town, tear down existing perfectly sound memory filled homes to build these McMansions so they'll have size and trees. After living in the home for roughly 6months, the judge and his wife divorced.
Due to infidelity.
On both sides.
When his wife would go out, the judge would call a local nearby in town restaurant/bar asking the bouncer that took the call whether or not his wife was there with another man. When the person advised him that his wife wasn't in the establishment, the judge would become rude and accuse the fellow of lying to him, claiming that he knew for a fact that his wife was there. That not only was she in the restaurant, but she had to be sitting there at the bar with some man.
His wife, although a frequent patron of this particular establishment, usually wasn't there when the judge would call looking for her.
Now the house belongs to another family with High school kids and creative Jr high boys.
I'll see the judge on occasion in the area with his George Hamilton tan and crispy silver and gray slicked hair looking like he's on a hell bent mission to knock over anyone and everyone.
A very pompous jerk.
He purchased a "smaller" home for his wife in a subdivision near their old home that was created back in the mid80's, and bought himself a nice million dollar condo situated in our downtown just across the railroad tracks.
This house is my favorite house, because it's ours.
It also shares the street with the other homes I've mentioned and pictured here.
Differences with living simply or advertised, I like how my house shows her personality. Perhaps because I know her insides, is it me or doesn't it just seem so peaceful and content?
The window to the left of the garage is one of our kitchen windows.
Can you see my mommoville hanging out in the long driveway? We have a two car garage but do we use it to park her in there? nope.
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"Our house is a very very very fine house."
P.S. The call taker at the restaurant in town was generally my brother which is how I knew about his arrogant mannerisms-well that and "stories" from my neighbors on our long block.