As I write this I’m sitting on an air mattress in my otherwise empty house in Dover De. I’m here alone. Right now the room I’m in smells like paint. I’ve just finished up on one of the walls and I’m about to start on the next one.
Looking out the window, I’m reminded why I’m here. There’s a ‘for sale’ (or rent) sign in the front yard. The house has been on the market for a couple of months now ...Continue Reading →