supersaiyan93
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I’ve spent the better part of 30 years wrenching on my cars out in the weather, or at best, under a carport. The unrelenting heat and humidity of a south Louisiana climate sure didn’t help. I was fortunate to have access to a large metal building that my wife’s grandpa owned, and we shared that space for a short time, but it was uninsulated and was unbearable in the summer. Having a climate-controlled garage of my own always felt like an out of reach dream.
But it took turning my life upside down to change that.

In 2021, Hurricane Ida scored a direct hit on my hometown, at 1 mph below a Cat 5 storm. Sure, we’re not strangers on the Gulf Coast to storms. Gustav, Katrina, Rita. But nothing like Ida.
The damage was extensive.
We were fortunate.
We had damage, but nothing that made our home unlivable, and all our family and friends were safe, though, sadly, many people we know lost everything in the storm.
For us, Ida was the straw that broke the camel’s back. My wife and I said “Enough”, and we started making plans to get the heck out of Dodge. I don’t begrudge my hometown, and I certainly owe my life to my upbringing there. But the constant prepping, evacuating, and worrying about the tropics every year was bananas. We were tired. We were DONE.
Our search for a new beginning took us to the Blue Ridge mountains, specifically in North Georgia.
When the new house hunt started, we knew what we wanted. She wanted a smaller home than we had in Louisiana, and I wanted a GARAGE.
It took us two trips to the area to house hunt with our agent. We must have looked at 30 houses. Some had a 1 or 2 car garage, but the house was unreasonably decrepit, or the house was nice, but with no garage or even a place to build one. Dejected, it looked like we were going home empty-handed again. At the last minute, our agent showed us a house that had come on the market that day.
He showed us this picture.

The listing had tons of pictures of the house, but not one of the garage. I saw that little 8’ door, and figured you know what, if nothing else, I can at least use that little bay to set up my tools and a bench. That's better than anything I've had up to this point.
But when we arrived for the showing, and opened that front door, I couldn’t believe what I saw!

Why was this not pictured in the listing?! This thing is huge! 24’ wide and 30’ deep!
I knew I wanted the place before we ever stepped inside, and thankfully, the house itself was just what we were looking for. We put in an offer, and a few weeks later we closed. This was in March, but we didn’t get to move in until July, due to some work obligations still in Louisiana.
But it took turning my life upside down to change that.

In 2021, Hurricane Ida scored a direct hit on my hometown, at 1 mph below a Cat 5 storm. Sure, we’re not strangers on the Gulf Coast to storms. Gustav, Katrina, Rita. But nothing like Ida.
The damage was extensive.
We were fortunate.
We had damage, but nothing that made our home unlivable, and all our family and friends were safe, though, sadly, many people we know lost everything in the storm.
For us, Ida was the straw that broke the camel’s back. My wife and I said “Enough”, and we started making plans to get the heck out of Dodge. I don’t begrudge my hometown, and I certainly owe my life to my upbringing there. But the constant prepping, evacuating, and worrying about the tropics every year was bananas. We were tired. We were DONE.
Our search for a new beginning took us to the Blue Ridge mountains, specifically in North Georgia.
When the new house hunt started, we knew what we wanted. She wanted a smaller home than we had in Louisiana, and I wanted a GARAGE.
It took us two trips to the area to house hunt with our agent. We must have looked at 30 houses. Some had a 1 or 2 car garage, but the house was unreasonably decrepit, or the house was nice, but with no garage or even a place to build one. Dejected, it looked like we were going home empty-handed again. At the last minute, our agent showed us a house that had come on the market that day.
He showed us this picture.

The listing had tons of pictures of the house, but not one of the garage. I saw that little 8’ door, and figured you know what, if nothing else, I can at least use that little bay to set up my tools and a bench. That's better than anything I've had up to this point.
But when we arrived for the showing, and opened that front door, I couldn’t believe what I saw!

Why was this not pictured in the listing?! This thing is huge! 24’ wide and 30’ deep!
I knew I wanted the place before we ever stepped inside, and thankfully, the house itself was just what we were looking for. We put in an offer, and a few weeks later we closed. This was in March, but we didn’t get to move in until July, due to some work obligations still in Louisiana.
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