So for years while I was in graduate school I spent hours looking through real-estate databases at homes that I might be able to afford when I entered the real world and got a job. I knew with certainty that I wanted to return to my beloved hometown of Rochester. As luck would have it, and I count myself very lucky, I had a full-time position, in Rochester, ready to go before I graduated. To add to this fortuitous situation, it was with a firm I had interned for in years past, and who specializes in Historic Preservation work. How perfect for a nerd like me!
This occasional past-time of looking through internet results and perusing the Saturday Real Estate section in the newspaper, turned serious on New Years. Not that I made an official resolution or anything, I just reached out to a realtor friend of mine, Rome Celli, who has an eye for historic homes on December 31st. I had identified a group of interesting houses within the weeks leading up to reaching out to Rome, and so, we started setting up showings. Rome threw in a few to boot. A 1890’s transitional Queen Anne, with a great porch and slate roof was first, a 1910’s clapboard sided Four Square…also with a great porch, and gleaming woodwork to boot came after that. There were a few others, but my memory is foggy. Then came the exquisite Arts and Crafts house (okay it really was just a large dressed up four square) with rambling gardens, stained glass, original pantry, and heinous kitchen…I almost submitted an offer, but backed out before submitting the paper work. The modest Colonial Revival with a showcase 1930’s interior, completely original, minus a few windows, and with a wooded ravine for a backyard was next. I liked it so much I wrote a column on it. Alas, I am just a bit vain, and needed some more curb appeal than what it could offer me.