As much as I may try to deny it, I'm so much like my father.
Tonight I was talking to him about buying another house, a fixer upper. This time, possibly to rent. I was telling him how my husband thought it was a crazy idea. Then my dad said the funniest thing. He said "Your mother thought I was crazy every time I ever bought a house." He told me that when he took my mom to see the home that we lived in when I was a child (the one next door to Mrs. Crevistan), she said "I wouldn't live in this house if you paid me. I hate it." Then she walked out and went back to the car. He bought it anyway.
The first time I bought a house to flip, my dad told me that I got that crazy hobby of buying and selling houses from him. It was his passion as a younger man, and made him quite a bit of money. He always saw potential in houses, and loved fooling around with them.
So not only did I inherit my dad's fascination with real estate, but I also understand a little more about myself. Straight laced control freak marries fiesty woman with addictive behaviors, then does whatever in the hell he wants to do, even if she doesn't like it.
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