There’s a right way and a wrong way to buy a house.
And then there’s my way.
For anyone who’s ever looked for houses, you know that it often comes down to a crucial make-or-break moment. In my case, it was a break-and-enter moment. For my friend’s excellent version of our exploits, see here .
The punch line of the story, of course, is that I got the house BECAUSE the owner met me.
Or caught me.
To the victor go the old houses!