We had scrimped and saved for years, and the day that our dream house went on the market, we made our offer.
I didn’t think that we would honestly get it. It was a 6 bedroom, 3 1/2 bath, former plantation house that had been moved from the southern US up to the Great Lakes in Canada. The history surrounding the house alone made it a multimillion dollar home. It has a part of the Underground Railroad. It was the largest house ever moved across the continental US. It now sat on the lake shore of Lake Superior, in its own private cove. There was no way we would get it.
But a phone call late that summer proved me wrong. And my coworkers laughing at me for falling out of my seat reminded me, the impossible sometimes happens.
My wife couldn’t believe the news. They rejected every other offer, insisting that we got the house at a drastically reduced price. What was a $3.2 million home was now ours for $350,000.
The impossible happened. And when I went down into the basement of our new home, I found out the impossible was about to become a regular occurrence. Continue reading “ A Door In The Floor”