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House for Sale by Owner

You could own your own home! Actually, you could own my home. Just imagine the value of owning the birthplace of SunFyre!

This adorable Cape Cod style home is for sale. As you probably read a few days ago, Kristen and I bought a new home closer to her family. We are moving the last week in April.

It occurred to me that I better sell the old house pretty soon. It's hard, I love this house, but who couldn't use an extra $117,500.

This 1 1/2 story house is located at 621 Byram Street in the Mount Penn area of Reading, PA.

We are about 45 minutes from the Philadelphia suburbs and an hour from Center City. Within about 150 miles radius you can visit New York City, Atlantic City, Baltimore, Washington D.C. and Harrisburg.

It's located in a quiet neighborhood built in the '40s, in an era before cul-de-sac housing developments. Lots of mature trees.

The neighborhood is minutes from shopping areas including a Wal-Mart, video stores, fast food and groceries. The nearest supermarket is within walking distance.

The lot itself is small, but you have a nice front yard and small back yard. Friendly neighbors with elementary age children live nearby.

We chose this house for the kitchen, in photo two. It's truly a gourmet kitchen, designed for someone who loved to cook. Incredible counter space, including a lower serving bar. It is perfect for that wheelchair user who likes to cook. The attached dining room is huge, larger than most separated dining rooms.

The living room, in photo three, has recently refurbished hardwood floors. They'd been carpeted since the house was built. We removed the carpet to find beautiful wood in perfect condition. They'd never even been finished.

Photo four shows our kids room. It's on the first four, just off the kitchen. It is small, and was used by the original owner as storage. We carpeted the room and fixed it up when the Kristen was pregnant.

This master bedroom has conceived twins, so obviously it is in complete working order.

Finally, the Green Room, Sunfyre's Office, where Sunfyre Magazine was conceived, among other business and creative ventures. In the original house, this was the kitchen. In the '70s the original owner added the huge kitchen addition, but never removed the old kitchen. They used it as a laundry room. We gutted the room completely down to the studs, and turned it into my office. The green paint seemed a little much at first, but now I find it invigorating. I spend up to twelve hours a day in this room without going insane. We added tons of outlets, literally four to six plugs on every wall. It also has a private entrance for those times when you are doing private business.

For the right price, I'll even throw in my crappy office furniture numerous collections of my personal belongings. You can have these things to create your personal SunFyre Museum! Just imagine the income potential!

Ok, your probably wondering about square footage, taxes, acreage, bathroomsThe house actually isn't for sale by owner. We are using a realtor.

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