Now, I can’t imagine how these pictures appeared in my phone because I’m pretty sure I signed something saying that for my own safety, I would not enter the construction site unless escorted there by someone from my builder, but…
Doesn’t this look awesome?! That’s my family room with a hole for the fireplace and some good looking windows.
And that’s my front doorhole.
And those are my five favorite people in the world (Sorry, family. If you want to earn my love back, you’ll have to pick up a nailgun) up there starting the framing of the second story.
As I was stalking my construction crew, one of my readers whom I have never met before tapped on my window and introduced herself. (Hey Diane. /wave) She’s looking to teardown and build in Vienna as well, so I will have to try to find her the very next opportunity on my street.
Speaking of which, I think I can take a fair amount of credit for helping a friend get another great lot on my new street pre-market. One of the people who responded to my original letters of inquiry on Magic St., though she was not selling at the moment, was so nice, that I kept in contact with her even after we bought our lot. I told her about our purchase and mentioned we had friends who would be interested in buying if she ever decided to sell. A couple of months later, she emailed me again asking whether my friends were still interested. Bada-bing, bada-boom, my friend and this super nice lady are officially under contract without realtor fees or ever listing the house.
After they ironed out the deal, I wrote the homeowner again to say thank you for contacting me and tell her how happy I was that it worked out. This is how she responded:
I’m happy for both of your families. I moved to Vienna when I was in the 3rd grade. I have life long friends I met there, and some who still live there today.
I have seen the transformation first hand. You will make great memories.
We were going to build on the property ourselves a few years ago, but things have changed. I’m so glad that a family is able to get the property instead of a realtor. So many times they buy out from under people that what to build and raise a family, etc.
I have been approached by so many people, brokers, builders, investors … And such who made offers. I could have advertised it, but I remember telling you that I would at least let you know if I changed my mind. I’m glad it has turned out in everyone’s favor.
Oh, yes! XXXXXX is where I grew up. So many stories and memories, haha. Some should probably remain on the hush-hush.
Congrats on your new home being built. We are in the “Building” industry and know you must be really excited.
Is that not the nicest letter? Doesn’t it just make you happy? Doesn’t it just make you want to run out and be nice to people?
You know who else is really nice? My Construction Supernintendo. I was warned that he might come off a little gruff and abrasive. So far, though, he is just been pleasant as the day is long. His appearance is a little, I’m going to say, weathered. He’s a Vietnam Vet who has been described as a skinny Uncle Jesse from the Dukes of Hazzard. Maybe part of why I think he’s nice is that he calls me “Dear” on the phone. I know as a feminist I should be offended or at least worried that he’s not taking me seriously, but I know he does. Instead it makes me want to curl up on his foot and purr.
So here’s to being nice to people. It’s a great way to live.