The house sits quiet beneath the trees, like it’s always been there—watching seasons turn and children race toward Laurel Park just up the hill. Step inside and light settles on four true bedrooms and three full baths, each with its own rhythm. Two suites offer privacy: one with a roomy bath and walk-in closet, the other with space enough to stretch and breathe. At the center of it all, the kitchen stands—bright, open, and steady. It’s where the day begins, where everything moves outward, and where the home feels most alive. The dining room glows with painted brick and sunlight. Every floorboard underfoot is new, every wall pulled clean. Out back, the yard runs wide and fenced. Two sheds wait for tools or secrets. And the whole place feels like it remembers things—laughter, shoes kicked off at the door, lives unfolding. This isn't a flip. It's a place to land.