What Potential?
Years ago, when we were looking for a larger house to buy, one in the country away from city traffic and sounds, my husband led us on a search for property that had what he called potential.
Potential? I was looking for a house we could call home, on property we could enjoy. Room for a garden, play equipment for our three small girls, safe roads to run, skate and bike on. And a neighborhood safe enough to leave the back door open if we wished.
We had such a place already, in town. After a year of scrubbing and tearing out and rebuilding a neglected – and therefore affordable — property, we had a home we loved. But it was small, and it was in town.
Look for Potential
My husband, however, wasn’t interested in a home already-made. He wanted one we could turn into a home — again.
So we hunted. And we found a corner, half-acre property on a small four-street residential allotment abutting hilly farmland, in a township mostly farmland.
Perfect location.
The house, however, was a disaster. As we approached it from the back, on the property’s side road, we saw…
Behind the house, concrete rose and fell, cracked and bumpy and chipped with institution-green paint. A canopy of corrugated plastic – also green – covered the patio, held up by skinny wooden posts at intervals running its length and width.
Red slate tiles covered the house – except where they didn’t anymore…
A garage, some distance away, leaned toward the house, just enough to look funny.
And that was just the outside.
Inside, walls had holes, and most of the woodwork was scratched bare. Walls in two of the bedrooms had never been painted, just white-washed, slap-dash. The carpet and wooden floors reeked of cat urine. Cat and dog dishes sat here and there about the kitchen floor, dried food still in them, though the tenants were long-gone. (The property owners lived in another state, across the country.)
An efficiency apartment had been built onto one end of an otherwise very small house, extending the space if opened up, but quite tight if not.
I had zero interest in the property, from the drive up, to and including the tour of. I couldn’t escape quickly enough.
Pursue Potential
Two days later, though, when my dear husband told me the owners of the red house had accepted our offer, I sat dumb-struck, my mouth hanging wide-open. There just were no words!
It has great potential, he said.
There was that word again. I saw no potential, but he saw what we could do.
After all, he said, we had already taken one run-down, holes-in-the-walls house with backed-up debris in the basement from flooding, and scrubbed and rebuilt and decorated it into a beautiful though small home in town. One we could turn over and realize a nice profit. We could do it again, he said. This time in the country, where we wanted to settle and raise our kids.
Reach Potential by Planning and Doing
Sweat equity is not difficult to build into a property when you have youth, energy, a dream – and a husband with building skills and desire to do the job. We had all that…
So we went to work. Working side by side, we tore down and rebuilt or refinished, added to, rearranged the inside and outside walls, put in all new windows and roof and siding, painted and wall-papered and made draperies – until the house no longer resembled the mess we moved into. We made it home…
The Real Challenge Isn’t the Work Itself
Work has never bothered me. The real challenge is, can and do I see the potential? In a project? In my own abilities? In a co-worker’s? In a new career, or just a career change? In new relationships?
If I can’t see potential, there is nowhere to go. But if I can, there is nowhere I cannot go!
That house was a great life lesson for me. One I’ve never forgotten. I fought it, trusted my husband in spite of it all, worked as hard as I’ve ever worked, and enjoyed the results for many years.
The most exciting thing about it is, everyday has potential, for all of us. All we have to do is anticipate it and go with it.
Can we see it to embrace it? I’d like to think yes. What about you?


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Hi Barb,
They say that home is where the heart is and you have certainly put your heart into yours. The patio is beautiful and i can just imagine you sitting out there sipping coffee and enjoying the morning sunshine. Peaceful!
~Grandma Kc
Thanks, Kc. Yep — I do sit out there and enjoy coffee in the mornings, sometimes wine before dinner. My avatar was taken one of those times — Wes ran for the camera last year this month, September. I probably need to replace it with one from this year, but I’m a bit camera shy.
Barb
Hi Barb .. I can imagine your shock – would definitely have been mine – but at least you weren’t left doing all the work, which is what so often happens .. it certainly looks a little haven now.
Were the girls happy and are you both happy to stay for now? Or is the next littler house on the cards – care I say it?! It sounds extremely hard work – but well worth it ..
Enjoy your handiwork for many years to come .. Hilary
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Hi Hilary. Yes, this was a great neighborhood, small schools but good ones, to raise our girls. They come back with their kids every week on Sundays for lunch and play. (Sometimes even cards. Hahaha.)
I don’t much want to do it over. Wes has other interests than redoing houses now, or I wouldn’t mind. But I’d not tackle it on my own. I can decorate, but not build. (Actually I decorate without his input — or everything would be tan and brown. No accessories either — he calls them trinkets.
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Thanks so much for stopping in…
Barb
I loved this post! There is so much potential in anything – good or bad. It is up to us what we make of it. What is rain but liquid sunshine? So many of us our willing to just see the loss instead of the potential. A lovely post and a lovely yard.
Erin
Hi Erin. I too like the liquid sunshine thought. But I find the stormy skies of September often so beautiful. Yesterday as I headed east the sun shone and lighted my way. But when I turned around, thundering clouds were fast forming in the west, heading north and east, and promising a deluge. Streaks of lightening played across silver-lined clouds floating on masses of dark grey. It was beautiful. Oh, and I hurried home before the downpouring.
Thanks so much!
Hi Barb
Super concrete example of how to look for and fulfill potential.
Guess most of we bloggers can see the potential of our own sites… and spend lots of time trying to fulfill that potential.
Thanks for providing some encouragement.
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Hi Keith.
Thanks! I think you’re right — we must see at least some of our own potential or we wouldn’t continue. I also find that encouraging.
Barb
> Work has never bothered me. The real challenge is, can and do I see the potential? In a project? In my own abilities? In a co-worker’s? In a new career, or just a career change? In new relationships?
Beautiful words of wisdom.
Thank you so much, J.D. The challenge is one I still face, but I’m getting bolder.
Hi Barbara, what a fantastic achievement, and how much more it must have felt like your own when you did all the work. I think ‘ready made’ houses can feel very impersonal no matter how you decorate them.
Enjoy the journey.
Mandy
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Hi Mandy. I agree with you. But we didn’t buy a broken down property so we could feel good. We felt good after making it ours. Hahaha! And you know what? I think it’s time to re-do!
Thanks so much for visiting and leaving a comment.
I see your last post is about beginnings. I’m all for beginning again… I’ll come visit.
Barb