I made a formal offer on a house in New Boston , Ohio yesterday. If accepted I could be in the house working within a month and actually living in it by June. It needs a good deal of work, some of which I can do, and some of which I will have to learn how to do.
Right now, we are in a final negotiation phase where I will find out what closing costs the credit union is willing to waive or eat.
I know very few people in New Boston, but it is a part of the Portsmouth, Ohio area. New Boston, like most of Southern Ohio, is an economically depressed place, but it has what many towns do not have. It has a WalMart. They are building a new Uber WalMart on the spot where a thriving industry once stood - the New Boston Coke Plant. That will be about 8 minutes from my house. The current WalMart is about 3 minutes.
I have a dream for my house. It will be the grandest house in my small neighborhood. I'll meet the neighbors and never learn their names, always choosing to call them, "old sport" instead. I'll cultivate a rumor that I have a secret past, having once killed a man. I want my house to be an inviting place where everyone is welcome, and parties happen, and people I've never met are invited by mutual friends. The 5 piece orchestra will play, and people can dance the Charleston. In the wee hours of the morning, when the party is over, and only one perpetual guest remains, playing the piano softly, I will stand on my front porch and look out into the distance and the fog for a glimpse of a green light.
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