I used to know I would be in Jacksonville, FL my entire life. I planned to live in the same house, get married, have youngsters, and that would be it. Well I never met anyone I wanted to stay with. I was single, no youngsters, and my arena of labor was offering a significant promotion
Before my husband and I purchased our home in Jacksonville, Florida, we invested into a home inspection. We were impressed by the detailed report. The inspection revealed some minor issues with the ductwork, roof and electrical panel. Shortly after we moved in, we started having problems with gurgling sounds in the plumbing system. We noticed
My husband is in the military and is constantly on the move. I should have known better. When we first got together he got a deployment, I moved and bought a house. I put down way too many roots. The house was paid for, departed, and I had a job that I loved. Then my
As one of the logistics specialists for the greatest cabin improvement store in the country, I am always trying to figure out the best ways to transport our pallet rack freight from one place to another. My pal and I have to open current stores on a official basis, but my friend and I also
They complete every step of the closing process in under two weeks. As a landlord, I’ve encountered some entirely poor renters. When touring the properties and discussing the requirements, potential renters are always friendly, eager and polite. They say all of the right things. They assure me that they keep a neat and tidy home.
My town has one real estate agent, Melissa. She is the one I bought my house from and I didn’t like her. I then had to buy a couple of rental properties all from her. The woman notoriously passes up the numbers just to make it a better rate for her. She isn’t looking for
I am now glad that I am out of that situation. I went through a really messy divorce with my ex. It got bitter very quickly and things got crazy. My wife charged up all the credit cards so that as a couple we had to split the debt. She also totally trashed our house
My Grandma was an unquestionably nice guy, he just was a bit of a hoarder. She was the level of hoarder where he slept all sorts of newspapers, magazines, empty pill cartridges, etc. His dwelling had rugs on top of rugs, all sorts of chairs plus you could hardly transport around in it. It didn’t