Saturday we decided to venture out.  This is what we found.  It was hard to believe that I lived in a town with this house and never even knew it existed.
As I walked through the house, my heart broke at every wood panel covered with graffiti, all the beautiful hardwood floors covered in paint and looking around for SOMETHING untouched by vandals.  Nothing was left untouched. If it wasn’t covered in spray paint, it was ripped to shreds. Wood, insulation, stairs and every single window was destroyed.  Even the white pillars in the front were ripped down.

The front of the house was very different from the back part of the house.  The main house was built in the 1800’s, the back part of the house was added in the 1980’s.

I had so many questions, but I was sick to my stomach. I left there feeling really sad.

We found out from the guy at the mini mart the name of the home and who once lived there.  After getting home I got on the internet and spent hours on the phone with ‘Cita reading. We even found a small picture of what the house looked like before it was destroyed.

Today we went to the historical society to find they had NO information about the house that was built in the 1800’s.  They encouraged us to do the research for them.   Good thing, I already had piles and piles of pages of information.

Finally feeling good, I was excited to have a summer adventure to look forward to.  Then tonight I had another cyst rupture.  The nurse told me if I had another problem or began bleeding again that I would have to go to the doctor.