Click. Click. Click. Went the gloss black video game controller buttons. As I played everyday after school, the virtual world was not giving me what I was looking for. I felt like something was missing. Was it better grades in school? No. Was it more friends in school? No. Was it a job? Maybe. Was it to be motivated and to become a hard worker? I think so. The next day my dad introduced the idea that we should start flipping houses. This was the first time that I was actually excited and scared to do something. It was a big risk, but in the end those risks usually pay off. Although flipping houses with my dad was something I wasn’t sure about, it changed me to become a hard worker. First of all, finding the right house was a challenge. After going to many different homes daily with our realtor, we finally found the one that was meant to be ours. It was a peach color house with all of the paint flaking off the worn out cedar siding. It was a tall two story house with wide white windows, and a porch with missing wood pieces in some spots. My family and I entered the lopsided porch and heard creaking with every loose piece we stepped on. As we entered the home, we instantly smelled must and mold. That didn't scare us off because we saw the potential behind the old cracked plaster walls. We looked past the ancient golden wood cabinets hanging in the kitchen and the pet-stained green carpeting. In the bedrooms, there was a small closet in each room with barely enough room to fit
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When you talk about house flipping, you are actually referring to an activity that starts with choosing a property from available homes for sale with plans of reselling it in the future at a much higher price. Oftentimes, the one doing it will apply some improvements on the house in the desire to make some money out from the sale. This is starting to become one of the profit-earning real estate endeavors. But mind you, house flipping can be difficult especially when you are unaware on the right strategies to make use of. Hence, learning some house flipping tips would be ideal before you push through with your plans to start flipping houses for
My parents purchased the 3 bedroom, 1.5 bathroom house after falling in love with its wraparound porch and backyard. The house was literally a street over from where we were renting a house that was the size of a postage stamp and with two teenage girls who were wanting more of their own space, this new house had everything. Though the furnace was on its last legs and needed to be turned off when not in use for fear that the house would explode, and that the half bathroom resembled that of a closet with a toilet in it, the sheer fact that this house wasn’t owned by anyone other than my parents made the house a home.
About 5 years ago my nana and grandad moved to a different city called Fife. Ever since my brother and I were little kids we stayed with our nana and grandad on the weekends,they used to live down the street so it was easy to go over and stay but then they decided to upgrade and move away.
The Abandoned house stood there, with fog rising to the sky. Lights flickered being the only light in the dark….. The fog dragged a cold breeze, that sent a chill up my spine, this house has been here forever and nothing like this has ever happened before, I gulped and strolled into the cold night fog. As I approached the house, the door slowly opens and a Shadow steps towards me. The weather just dropped like 40 degrees, I don't like this at all.
It was the most adorable house I had ever seen! Thinking to myself, I thought that if the outside was perfect in everyway possible then how flawless could the inside be. After seeing the outside of the gorgeous 128 square foot for $15,000, I knew it would be a perfect match. The salesman led us inside, finishing any of my worry that I wouldn’t find a house of my own. It was enormous! Whoever designed and built this house did an excellent job on the kitchen layout. There was even a couch in the kitchen/dinning room/living area, all furniture and appliances included. Everything in the kitchen was on a single wall, leaving the rest of the ground floor to do what I want with it other than the bathroom. Surprisingly, the restroom was extensive for the amount of storage it had and the shower did not have a toilet in it and it had a door. The stairs were steep but not steep enough for me to be scared of falling out. Reaching the top and seeing into the loft allowed me to picture myself settling down in this baby house, maybe even getting a dog. The loft area wasn’t very interesting except the high ceilings and the fact that I could fit my queen size bed in there, but then I noticed a door. I opened it, thinking that it was just another closet. No, it was the deck! It was perfect in every way, shape, and form! I had my heart set on it, but then I was
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When we pulled up to the house, I began to get worried. This house was falling apart. It had windows broken out, the front porch was rotten, and the siding was old and falling off, a total dump. I knew it was a bad sign when the realtor couldn’t find the keys to the door. He said that it would take him an hour to go back get the right keys. I looked
The street I live on has a lot of houses on it, and mine just happens to be one of them. Each house has its own driveway each one unique in its own way. Most of them are paved driveways, but mine happens to be made from hard pack. I can picture the driveway when it was built, still in the same place and still being made of rocks.
My Grandmother’s house will always have a special place in my heart. I love it so much because it’s her only house in Florida. She was raised up in the Cayman Islands, where she spent most of her life until she moved down to Florida. When she came to move in, I was about 10 and was overly excited to help her move in. Driving into the neighborhood, the first thing I noticed was that all the houses looked very similar, a dark brown roof with white walls and some stairs leading to the front door, which always seemed to creep me out. When I got to my Grandmother’s house, it was in the corner of a cul de sac. In the middle of the cul de sac, was a very large oak tree surrounded by dark green bushes with different colored plants and surrounding it was a cement curb. The tree stood about 50 feet tall and the bushes were bright green with red leaves on them and changed colors during the fall. In front of the house to the left was a patch of grass for a garden and to the right was a sidewalk that would lead to the backyard. When I walked in, the first thing to grab my eye was this giant mirror she had in the living room. It’s one of the biggest mirrors i’ve seen. It stood maybe about 50 feet tall and covers the whole back wall of her living room. Upstairs, she has two guest bedrooms along with her own master bedroom. Downstairs was the kitchen and dining room and in the kitchen she had an enclosed patio as well as one next to the living room. Both patios lead to the backyard where
The first home was a warm and inviting cottage style home. Its light blue chipped paint, showed that this house had not been vacated or taken care of for some time, its red foreclose sign in the yard clarified it. The first thing you could noticed as you walked through the arched framed front door was the wood flooring throughout the dining and living room. The house had three rooms, one in each level of the house; main, second and basement. The spacious master bedroom was upstairs, with more windows than walls. We loved it, all that bright sunlight gave the impression that the room was bigger than already was. The other bedroom was smaller but perfect for to be our son’s play room. The
The process of building a house is a very complex and difficult task. In the following paragraphs, I will be explaining the many different steps that are required to build a house.
A group of friends walked up to an old, seemingly abandoned house. They couldn’t see inside because of the dirt and cobwebs on the windows. When they turned the doorknob to see if it was locked, the door creaked open as if it has been closed for years. Me and my friends , Hayden ,Annie ,Kacy , and Rush were walking up old stairs to this abandoned house . As we walk in the house the door shut Annie screamed and I told her to ,’’shut up ,’’ we all didn't think about the door closing on its on except Annie . So we keep walking around to see if there is light willed Annie keeps yapping about the door. As we were walking around to see if there was light , we did not proceed that we were in a abound house so the light will not work because no one lives here so no one could pay the bills . So we looked in Rush's bag to get the flashlights . As we walk around Kacy started to joke around like what if we die , or what if theres ghost ,or what if we get trap here , so that made Annie really scared . kacy loves to try to scarier use but it doesn't work expect Annie .
Home, the place one spends more time in their life and share special moments with family. Where one expects to live permanently carefree, feel protected under the roof of their house. One day I want to have a home that makes me feel well and where I can be safe and happy. The purpose of this essay is to discuss and fine structural decisions I made about designing my dream house.
The sound of one of the million annoying alarms I’ve set agitates me to wake up from my comfortable bed, soft cloud like pillows of fluff and the cozy warm blanket wrapped around me. Like always, I reach towards the side of the nightstand where my clock is and slam on the snooze button. After 10 minutes of absolute silence and peace, the aggravating sound of the alarm clock turns on again. I read the bright red numbers on the alarm clock which read “8:00 AM ”. It’s way too early to be awake, especially for a Sunday morning. Yes, as you can tell I am not a morning type of person, I prefer the night. Everything is just much more peaceful during the nighttime. However, today is the day, it’s moving day. I honestly don’t even want to get out of bed right now; my head is hurting to death and feels like it's as heavy as all the boxes in the house combined. There were an abundant amount of appalling brown boxes surrounding my house. I was immensely annoyed and irritated just by looking at the boxes and by the thoughts of moving that I couldn’t stand it anymore so I finally got out of bed despite being tired. As I stood up, I felt like I just got off one of those rides at amusement parks that leave you dizzy. I didn't get why my parents wanted me to wake up so early when the moving truck came at around 1:00pm and mostly everything was packed the exhausting night before…