I cannot recall another time in my life when I’ve been moved to use that word. But after 2 1/2 years of dealing with architects, builders, scam artists and my somewhat screwy partner in crime, I have received my golden ticket to legally convert my single-family home into a two-family. It’s nowhere near complete; I merely have the building permit. According to the town of Bethel, and the powers that be, the job should cost approximately $45,000. Would some people be fazed by that figure? Sure. Am I? Nah. To some, it would appear that the last six years of my life put me through a form of torturous hell. But the way I see it, I’ve strengthened my resolve, I have the ability to undergo things that would make most people shrink in fear, and I have gained knowledge I didn’t exactly ask for, but wouldn’t trade in for anything. Well, maybe a million dollars. Or even 45 grand… In short, being a homeowner and a landlord has made me one tough chick. I have a loooooong way to go in my endeavors, but I must celebrate this small victory.
Don’t be intimidated by the high quality of this photograph; just enjoy it.
There is no chance, no destiny, no fate, that can circumvent or hinder or control the firm resolve of a determined soul.