Part 1:
Just before the housing bubble, my parents were house-flippers. They bought the house next door, and flipped it. (It was owned by a hoarder, animals, electronics, clothes, everything. She was a very lovely woman who was like a 3rd grandmother to me, but her house was almost inhumane to live in, making the house super-cheap to begin with.) We lived there during that time, and it was a pretty nice place.
While we lived there, we rented the house next door, which was known as The Lighthouse due to my mother's fondness of lighthouses. (the lamps were lighthouses, the counters had lighthouses, and so did the wallpaper.) It was a weekly rental, primarily used during the summer. Being next door made cleaning it very easy.
By the time the recession was in full swing, my parents ended up with:
1 property, 2 liveable buildings: The Lighthouse, and a one-room (not one bedroom, one room. The bathroom walls don't fully go up to the ceiling) apartment above the garage.
1 property, 2 buildings: The garage was sold to my grandmother shortly after this, and she turned it into a 3 bedroom house. She lived up there until she moved out with her boyfriend, and rents the place full-time. The other building was called the Brown House (renamed Yellow House, after the siding was changed.)
1 property, 1 building: This was half-owned by my other grandmother, as her summer home.
1 business: The marina I work at now. It has a house on top, a storage lot at least a mile long, a workshop, and the main building. This is half-owned by my uncle.
As you can tell, at the time, my father was making a ton of money. (He designed factories, factory lines, and cars for the military. The cars were designed to be IED proof.) He worked upwards of 70 hours a week, and often slept in his car he worked such late nights.
It was decided the best thing we could do with all the vacant buildings we had were to rent them, to hopefully cover the mortgage and taxes for them until we could sell them.
Unfortunately, we didn't vet our renters.
Just before the housing bubble, my parents were house-flippers. They bought the house next door, and flipped it. (It was owned by a hoarder, animals, electronics, clothes, everything. She was a very lovely woman who was like a 3rd grandmother to me, but her house was almost inhumane to live in, making the house super-cheap to begin with.) We lived there during that time, and it was a pretty nice place.
While we lived there, we rented the house next door, which was known as The Lighthouse due to my mother's fondness of lighthouses. (the lamps were lighthouses, the counters had lighthouses, and so did the wallpaper.) It was a weekly rental, primarily used during the summer. Being next door made cleaning it very easy.
By the time the recession was in full swing, my parents ended up with:
1 property, 2 liveable buildings: The Lighthouse, and a one-room (not one bedroom, one room. The bathroom walls don't fully go up to the ceiling) apartment above the garage.
1 property, 2 buildings: The garage was sold to my grandmother shortly after this, and she turned it into a 3 bedroom house. She lived up there until she moved out with her boyfriend, and rents the place full-time. The other building was called the Brown House (renamed Yellow House, after the siding was changed.)
1 property, 1 building: This was half-owned by my other grandmother, as her summer home.
1 business: The marina I work at now. It has a house on top, a storage lot at least a mile long, a workshop, and the main building. This is half-owned by my uncle.
As you can tell, at the time, my father was making a ton of money. (He designed factories, factory lines, and cars for the military. The cars were designed to be IED proof.) He worked upwards of 70 hours a week, and often slept in his car he worked such late nights.
It was decided the best thing we could do with all the vacant buildings we had were to rent them, to hopefully cover the mortgage and taxes for them until we could sell them.
Unfortunately, we didn't vet our renters.
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