For a short time, many years ago, I had a real job. I don’t recommend it – the regular hours, steady paycheck, weekends at home…
My last real job ended when I had enough moonlighting work to open my own small office in the attic of our early 1900’s brick Queen Anne home in German Village. Twenty-six steep steps from the street to my office was a daily workout, but it was the change from corporate clients to working with homeowners at the kitchen table that really got my heart racing.
And that’s still my passion today.
After the German Village home, Karen and I moved to a 1971 bi-level home in Dublin, Ohio, on a nice bit of land near an empty parcel that eventually became home to an excellent elementary school.
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