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It was love at first site. The little white wood framed 60's style house was located only blocks from where I worked. The lovely green grass was manicured perfectly and the pecan trees in the yard shaded the yard beautifully. There was an empty lot on one side of the property and on the other side was a house that looked like it was built during the same period. You could tell the neighbor would be friendly by the appearance of her front porch. It had beautiful potted plants and rocking chairs.

But back to my house, it had a small sloped area that was grass covered that took excess water from the yard to a lovely garden area that separated my house from the neighbor behind. It was just a hodgepodge of a variety of green plants, but it was a delight to look at when you sat dangling your legs off of the wood frame porch on the back of the house. Even the back yard was beautifully shaded with a huge old oak tree. There was no garage, but there was a covered patio that was adjacent to the front door. So you could easily enter the house in bad weather without getting wet.

The house itself was nothing fancy but cozy none-the-less. There had been a front porch on the house that had been renovated into a Florida room with windows all around the front and sides. It was a lovely place to sit because it was so bright and cheerful. The house did not have much of a front lawn. It was situated right off the street. But the side and back yard made up for the lack of a front yard. The few small trees that littered the front yard were sufficient to keep the whole house shaded and comfortable.

It seemed like only a dream that I could possible own the house. I stopped when I saw the "For Sale" sign in the yard. But, it was being sold by a local resident, and he was willing to work out an affordable payment plan for me. I was single and was working my first job, but I was able to afford the purchase. My Dad confirmed that it would be a good investment, so I took the plunge.

My first home of my own. Its close proximity to work made it so nice. Yet at the same time, I was only a few minutes from my Dad's house who was a widower. He loved cooking and still insisted that I come home for dinner many nights. I had my independence and my own space, but at the same time I was able to maintain a close relationship with my Dad. It was ideal.

I loved doing the yard work. When you finished, everything looked so fresh and pretty. It was such a feeling of accomplishment, after mowing, to finish

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