Selling the House I Manifested, While Fighting for the Life I Built

Doesn't Hurt to Think It's Going to be Easy

I’m selling my house. A house I found by magic, fought for with grit, and moved into with my son just two years ago. I love this home. I love this town. But with a Stage IV melanoma diagnosis and no steady income, it’s simply too much to carry.

The house found me, in a way. I was living just four doors up, renting an apartment I adored—aside from the pha…