226 Thirtieth Street

40 x 150 lot. Almost 2,000 sq ft (of living space). Prime Thirtieth Street. Babe - jacket. NOW. Three huge bedrooms on the main level, a freshly updated bathroom with marble floors, and a sprawling living space with an eat-in kitchen, tons of storage, and a wall-to-wall pantry that would make a meal prepper weep with joy. Granite counters, under-mount sink, stainless appliances, and hand-scraped hardwood throughout. The entire main level has been updated, which means we can move right in. As in, immediately. As in, I'm already mentally arranging furniture. Now. The basement. This is where things get interesting. It's set up like a full in-law suite (not legal apartment) separate kitchen, dining room, living room, two large bedrooms, their own bathroom, and shared laundry. It is, objectively, incredible. It is also, strategically, information we should not share with your parents. Because the second your mom sees that laundry setup, she's not a guest anymore - she's a resident with squatter's rights and a strong opinion about our dish soap. The plan: we buy it, we love it, we say nothing. OR - hear me out - we use this absolutely massive yard to build them a coach house. Private. Separate. Outdoors. Your dad can monologue into the open air and everyone wins. I love them. You know I love them. That's exactly why this is the move. And speaking of moves - private driveway, parking for everyone, walkable to shops, restaurants, parks, Sherway, Farm Boy, and Kettlemans. Those bagels alone justify the asking price. Babe?...She's already in the car. I'M COMING. And do NOT call your parents yet - we need a containment strategy before we discuss the living situation with them.