I have a habit of setting my sights too low.
If you’ve followed me on Instagram for any period of time you’ve probably sussed out my latent desire to buy an old building and start a woodworking school and co-op. It was something of a pipe dream until a few months ago when this building came on the market to rent:
When I looked through the big front windows I imagined a bench room flooded with natural light and stocked with hand tools (with a few machines in back for rough stock prep). People without a shop could rent space/time here. There would be plenty of room for classes (maybe a guest teacher here and there) and an after-school program for the kids I see wandering aimlessly by my office window each day. I came really close to making a move, but as it turned out, as with most of the girls in my high school, I never really had a shot. The local newspaper was moving back into town and into that office. Fair enough Times-Leader, glad to have you back.
I’m actually thankful that that building found a different purpose. If the accidental pilgrimage I’ve been on for the past two years has taught me anything, it’s that I was probably dreaming too small.
Last week I stumbled upon this on the corner of what I thought was an abandoned warehouse:
I wandered around the side of the building and he bay door was open. I stood there in absolute awe. Inside was a creative space unlike any I had ever seen. The artist who owns the buildimg is obviously a sculptor, but when I saw the Delta bandsaw, my mind immediately started moving his tools out and my tools in. I waited around hoping to see someone, but to no avail.
What I did see was a “For-Sale” sign.
That’s right, all 7,200 square feet of 522 First Street is for sale. Living quarters on the second floor and unlimited possibility on the first. Now all I need is someone who wants to loan me a quarter of a million dollars to make this happen. Any takers?