I am not in Texas. I have found a wonderful opportunity on Cape Cod, that delightful sandy arm that extends off Massachusetts into the Atlantic, where the Pilgrims first landed in 1620. Massachusetts, as you will find out, has lots and lots of regulations. The house is a monstrously rambling, low slung conglomeration of styles. Starting on the left- a circa 1790 cape, followed by one story ells, connected at various points and 58’ in length. Some of the rooms that comprise this long part of the structure are only 6- 8’ wide, little more than a corridor. And to make things really fun, the elevation changes three times, so you are going up and down stairs. This long corridor terminates at another box shaped appendage, 42’ long x 24’ deep. This was clearly a garage turned into living space, with perhaps something else thrown in there for good measure, like a workshop. This area also has several elevation changes, and tripping over these steps daily seemed inevitable. 

My first thought when I drove up was, “Is this a motel?” Nope! However, the current owner had been renting it out weekly to as many as 24 at a time. There were beds everywhere. It looked like a Frat house. There were also 2 kitchens, 2 laundry rooms (closets really) 2 dining rooms and 3 living rooms. It had that musty old Cape Cod smell- layers of old and new mixed with ocean and dampness. New furnishings were mixed in with old, cabinets and plumbing fixtures were circa 1950.