Baseboard Mysteries

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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.

 

 

Peek into the newest project

I’m starting another project that I plan to flip.  I think this one will go much better than the last.  I believe there is more upside and when I finish, hopefully any potential future buyer will agree.  Follow us on Facebook for more up-to-the-minute photos (look for HBS Real Estate).

It all adds up

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.

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.

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The kitchen before I started….

The kitchen after five minutes, a saw zall, and a wrecking bar.

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.

The AirBnB

The AirBnB

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.