When we moved into our first apartment – we unpacked all of our life’s possessions from one Charmin box. The kind of box that previously held 48 rolls of toilet paper.
The first time we pulled the Murphy Bed down from it’s hidey-hole in the wall –
we realized we had no table for our alarm clock. We needed that alarm clock to wake us up for school in the mornings and for work on nights and weekends.
So we flipped the Charmin box upside down – draped it with the one towel that we took turns using, and that Charmin box became our first and only piece of furniture.
Grab a cup of coffee and get comfy while I enlighten you about that downtown Kansas City studio apartment.
We had just 2 windows and if you leaned out far enough you COULD touch the bricks on the building next door.
You COULD but you WOULDN’T…
There were confirmed sightings of people who could actually spit far enough to hit the bricks on the building next door.
Each and every single night
– the tenant above us would come home, late…
about the time the local taverns turn ON the lights at closing.
We would hear him grumble while struggling with his keys.
Finally, winning his battle with the door – he would take exactly 3 steps – then keel over with a resounding
Next, we would hear every ounce of air escape his body.
A few seconds later, he would begin snoring.
Our city living experience was the pivotal point that solidified our dream of living the country life, away from people arguing, sirens blaring and that empty night sky.
The only way for us to get from that old dingy studio apartment to making our dream a reality – was going to be sweat equity.
We began renovating our first home before I could legally drink a margarita.
Fast forward 7 homes later, some we refurbished and some we designed and built. Each time reinvesting our sweat equity into the next.
If we were renovating, we would live in them as we ripped out walls, replaced flooring, painted cabinets, poured patios and welded iron fencing….
If we were building we would act as our own general contractor, hiring expert crews and doing what we could.
Then one day while cruising some scenic roads – we found some of the most magnificent countryside we had ever seen.
The lush green rolling hills were calling to us, “This is it!! This is where you belong!”
We phoned a realtor and asked to see property for sale in the area.
She found it… and we are building our final home. These photos are from 3 years ago when the rough in crew was framing.
It has taken a lot of hard work and a long time getting here from that first studio apartment and our Charmin box.
For as long as we can remember – our dream has been to enjoy a peaceful life in the country.
With a night sky lit by the stars… with a symphony of owls, whippoorwills and howling coyotes…and a view free of bricks & spit!
Two months in that apartment was all the incentive we needed to chase our dream.
*** Full Disclosure – when I say “we” – I mostly mean George ***
that part about draping the towel over the Charmin box…. that was me.
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