Today I finished gutting a kitchen. Behind a baseboard I found the above picture, taken in December 1964. With a little internet sleuthing I located the names of the family that owned the house at that time – the Jones family. The patriarch passed away some time ago and the matriarch passed in 2016. As luck would have it, one of the children owns a small business in town, not five blocks from where this house is located. I plan to stop by tomorrow and see if I’ve got the right family.
I chatted with a friend of mine earlier today. He remarked “It seems you’re really starting to find your feet with [the rentals]”. It hit me that yes, I am starting to find my stride.
A lot to clean up.
Today I really dug into a new project. I’ve been picking around the edges for the past week or so – removing bits here and pieces there; moving materials to the job site; shoveling snow; purchasing unique items to make the house pop. The plan is to flip the house. I still own my last attempt to flip a house. This project is less ambitious and I have better systems in place than I did two years ago.
The kitchen before I started….
The kitchen after five minutes, a saw zall, and a wrecking bar.
As I tore into the kitchen, I realized: I’ve been here before.
Rather than that Ground Hog Day queasy feeling of “I’ve been here before and I’m repeating myself again and again and again and again,” I realized that the isolated motions of horse hair lath-and-plaster removal was old hat, but my ability to remove this lath and plaster in this particular 2,500 sf house is due to the accretion of skills and knowledge over a period of ten years.
If my 35-year old self traveled back to tell my 25-year old self what I would be doing ten years hence, the 25-year old would not believe the 35-year old. But the 25-year old had a dream (not even to the point of being a goal). The 25-year old also picked up a book on real estate investing and began adding knowledge and skills. 3652 days later I’m here, finding my stride.