“For Sale by Owner” It was hand written on a old piece of plywood, faded and nearly completely obscured by tall grass was a sign telling the world: “I could be yours, I just need a little love”.
I was getting into flying mode and only paid it the smallest moment extra of my attention as it was time to go to work and I needed to be prepared. In one of the last un-overdeveloped areas left in NJ, for me it was just a country road that was going to get me around Saturday traffic on it’s was to Long Beach Island (LBI). Just the smallest moment in time but the seed was planted.
I had been looking for a piece of property to buy. Virginia, Pennsylvania, Delaware…nothing seemed to be what I was looking for.
Could this be the one? This run down, neglected, ugly piece of property.
Later that summer I happened to be on that road again and there it was, still unwanted, still unloved, still for sale. This time I took the time to write down the number and give the owner a call. Six months later and in all it’s glory, that unloved piece of property would be all mine.
