So that was left on my voicemail a few weeks back. I’ve been sitting on it, sort of seething. The person left me no name, no number, just a voicemail drive-by. I would have actually liked to talk to him, heard his experiences, learned from him. But instead, I came into the office to a message of hate. A well-intentioned message, but one of negativity nonetheless.
On the positive side, here’s another #detroithouse story that’s been making the rounds. A fellow Detroiter tells his story of buying a $500 fixer-upper and renovating it himself. Our experiences couldn’t be more different, but yet I think the spirit is the same.
Karl and I had the luxury of staying in a temporary apartment with heat and water and power until we could move in at the first of the year. We also have amazing contractors on our side, who are just killing it when it comes to the craftsmanship. Meanwhile, this guy spent two Michigan winters living in a house without heat. Having just lived through a few days of below-zero temperatures here, I can definitely say that’s not a life experience I ever hope to have. But I admire him and what he’s doing.