So I was finished my writing for the day a few days ago, and I thought I'd type in my old address in White Rock, just to see the photos of it.
We lived on Upper Roper Ave. in an old house with a post coming up through the floor. Dad got a loan from the bank and he built, or had built, a house in the backyard. We then pulled down the house we were in and moved back.
It had four bedrooms and two bathrooms. It had a fireplace.
I remember it as a nice house, one that was well heated, unlike our old one, and big enough to move around in a bit.
Dad built it for $10,000 dollars. When I last checked it in the summer, it had sold for $780,000 dollars. From such humble beginnings.
But I enjoyed looking at the photos to see what had changed and what others had added so I brought it up again.
It seems the guy who bought it in April had flipped it. He had re-done so much that it was listed as being built in 2014. I don't know how much work it takes to make something forty years old be listed as new but I know it now has six bedrooms and two kitchens. It has a basement now, something we never had at all.
It's price is over $3,000,000 dollars. Wow. I don't know if Dad is looking down from beyond at his old house. I don't know if spirits care about such things. But if he were alive I'd tell him just to get his reaction.
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