The House My Parents Gave Me—and What I Turned It Into

break your ankle in. Weeds taller than me swallowing what might once have been a yard. Siding that had faded to no particular color, peeling away from the frame in strips.

It looked like the kind of house people photograph for “before” pictures in renovation magazines—the cautionary tale, the disaster everyone shakes their head at.

Inside was worse.

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