Just in case you need any more proof that the world is shrinking… earlier this morning I got on the elevator in my hotel with another gentleman. It was obvious in our greeting that we were both from the States and started a conversation on the local weather – it’s 85 here. The conversation quickly turned to the weather at home – it’s 5 there. Long story short, after traveling out of the country and over 2000 miles away from home I got on the elevator with a guy that lives less than 50 miles from me. What were the odds?
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After receiving a tip from a family friend, my wife and I ventured down a dusty road for the first time together in search of a house that was for sale by owner. The potential was there: wood floors buried beneath dated carpet, solid wood pocket doors surrounded by 100 year old trim, and a faded screen door leading to a covered porch complete with a white wooden swing. So, in July of 2011 my wife and I became only the third family to own this 100+ year old two-story farm house and surrounding acreage on a quiet dusty road in rural Iowa. What you’ll find on these pages is the story of what comes next.
