Outside of a well-known town, an old, Victorian house stood on the corner of a busy intersection. It hadn’t always been a busy intersection. When the home was built, it was one of only a few in the area, marked by farmland. A small, dirt road ran nearby but with plenty of space in the yard out front. However, as we all know, times change. As the years went by and macadam streets were built, traffic increased, and the town grew, the road inched closer and closer to the front door of the home, which had long since been abandoned.

The windows boarded shut, the house in disrepair, and the home precariously perched upon the corner of the intersection, something had to be done. Either they would need to raze the building, move it, or renovate it elsewhere on the property.

It’s rare that a buil…