At one point we thought we had found the perfect house. We had been inside it on several occasions, and even my friend Matt and I used to visit after we'd come off of an over night shift and just sit on the porch for a while. It was in an awesome downtown historic neighborhood. It had a huge carriage house apartment for us to rent and the second story of the main house had it's own kitchen, so we could have rented that too. It was perfect, it needed some work but I was in love. I still feel a bit down when I think about the fact that we just didn't move fast enough. I just hope it's in good hands.
The 1915 Carson House... yes I still pine away.
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