The other day my spouse and I were driving home from visiting friends on the South Side. Spouse wanted to see my mom’s old house. Mom hadn’t been living there for a few years; she’s got dementia, and can’t be left alone.
Last I saw it, maybe a year and half ago, the house was run down, and had become overgrown with shrubs and weeds, and the two-car garage had all but collapsed.
It’s a place I’d never wanted to set foot in again, anyway, for reasons. So seeing that it had been fully rehabbed – new garage and all – and seeing the interior pics on Zillow, and learning that it had been scooped from a tax sale and flipped, felt like a successful exorcism.