To tell me when I was younger that I’d be doing what Im doing today, would be hard to believe. The first flip house Jeremy and I completed together, was in 2015. That was 8 years ago, we were both 35 years old. We drove by that first house in Ila for over 10 years every Sunday going to church, not knowing that one day we’d own it. It looked abandoned, and one day out of the blue, we called. We had a banker that believed in us, and gave us our first construction loan. If it weren’t for God and that banker, we’d not be where we are today.
I tend to enjoy calling our flips by name, and so low and behold last spring, we bought our 2nd flip house. The Carlton flip. The pictures of our before and afters are scattered on this blog.
I would have to say that The Carlton flip was a challenge. Emotionally, physically, financially and spiritually. I went through a very difficult time of my life while we were renovating it. I also broke 4 ribs after a nasty fall during a softball tournament right when we officially closed on it. Because of this, it left me incapacitated for weeks and not completely healed for months. I can remember sitting on the steps of this house in the carport, and crying my eyes out. Not really wanting to be there, but knowing that I didn’t have a choice. When I tell you this house brought blood, sweat and tears, I mean it. Jeremy and I do mostly everything in our renovation projects. I mean it. Everything. There’s a few things we don’t mess with like sheetrock, electrical, tile and painting. But other than that, we’re it. It can be very stressful at times, but at the end, very rewarding.
After completing the flip, we went under contract within a couple days and since then, have closed to a sweet family who was just as excited as we were. I took so much pride in this house. I’d lay down at night and dream of all the things I wanted to do. Jeremy gave life to my dreams and visions. And his dad gave us much laughter with his silly antics, making some days pass by easier. I will say Im grateful for the blessing, but I’m also glad to be finished with that stage of life.
So I circle back around to my very first sentence of this blog. “To tell me when I was younger that I’d be doing what Im doing today, would be hard to believe.” I really am being honest. When you think of something you want to do, and you get that feeling of “what if”, just give it a shot. Find someone who believes in you, believe in yourself. If you never try, you never know.
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