About two years ago, we bought our house.
When we walked in, it was so beautifully decorated that we couldn’t resist putting in a bid.
Two weeks later, the house was ours. We had little to do to the house to make it ours, and we were so proud of our home we had family and friends over for a housewarming. For two years, there were no problems, until there was one with the furnace. It was snowing, and we had to have it fixed. We couldn’t wait until the next day because we feared the furnace would quit running and our pipes would freeze. That would cause a lot of damage to the woodworking that was throughout the house. When I called the HVAC company, we told them we wanted an HVAC technician to the house as soon as possible. We gave him the address and he said he knew where he was going. When he got there, he showed us his HVAC ID card, and headed into the basement. My husband and I thought it was odd that he didn’t ask where the furnace was, but we didn’t want him to leave because we were questioning his integrity. After he repaired the furnace, he started looking around the house. The HVAC technician said he had lived there for almost twenty years. When his wife passed, he could bear to live there without her, and he sold it. He was glad the house went to someone who cared about it and took care of the house. I thanked him for selling us such a lovely house and asked him to come back whenever he was homesick..