A letter from the house: With the rising of every sun, I find myself straining to hear the pitter-patter of feet—the frantic morning dash from bedroom to kitchen, or the rhythmic thrum of a family living life to its fullest. But the sound never comes. Those little feet eventually grew into bigger ones, and the sounds of this house changed, but my people were always here. Then, one day, they left. They took everything with them, and I’ve sat in the silence ever since, wondering if I did something wrong. I’m not foolish enough to think my appearance isn't part of the problem. I’ve aged, and it shows. I know I need a new roof and a new garage door to feel whole again. My windows are tired, and my HVAC system doesn't hum the way it used to. But inside? My bones are still strong. I don’t sag, I don’t lean, and I’ve kept my original cabinets and bathroom tiles in beautiful condition, just in case someone with a "retro" soul and a little bit of vision comes looking for me. I know I need new floors and fresh paint to feel like myself again, but I promise to be a good house for good peopleI don't want to be empty anymore. I’m looking for the person who sees what I could be, rather than just what I am today. Will you be the one to give me a second chance? (Seller has chosen a starting price that prioritizes a quick sale rather than getting every last dollar. Come see this gem in person and bring your dreams and vision with you!)