Taking the Road Less Travelled

I was recently asked which is the better route…
Building a log home or purchasing an existing one

As a child, did you or someone you know have a set of Lincoln Logs©? You dumped out that container of different length logs, green windows and roof parts, the red chimney and started to build. Depending on your imagination, the home was either four basic corners or you were able to expand past the confines of the container and add a garage, a bump-out or even a second story. Back then, you could spend hours working on your building and then many more playing “house” within its walls.

As an adult, you can choose to once again build with that pile of logs and live in your own creation or settle for what was someone else’s dream.  To create a home from scratch takes time and effort… but it’s an exciting experience! Walking thru the door every day to the home you always wanted is literally a dream come true. Never wishing you had more closets, additional outlets or that you could knock down that wall and open up the area. Your own home is something to be proud of, an accomplishment.

Quite honestly, your budget may force you to answer this question one way or the other. However, at Crockett, we’re here to work with you and balance your dream with your budget. We look forward to hearing about your dreams. It’s time for you to grab a piece of paper and pencil, sketch out your plans or even buy a container of Lincoln Logs, dump them out and begin your true masterpiece.

Back in high school, we had to memorize the Robert Frost’s “The Road Not Taken”. I’ve included it here for you to ponder…

The Road Not Taken
By Robert Frost

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.