My 55th Blog: Selling the Past, Finding Home (and Keeping Migo) Months before my brother passed away, I found myself asking my sisters the question I had been avoiding: What would we do if the inevitable happened? I had noticed my brother’s persistent cough, the way he winced at pains in his legs, knees, and arms. Something about it felt off—ominous, even. I tried to push the thought away, telling myself, “It’s probably nothing… just a phase.” But deep down, I knew better. And yet, as life has a way of reminding us, what’s done is done. Now that my brother is gone, it’s just me and my niece living in our ancestral home in Wilson. My sisters eventually brought up the possibility of selling the property. I felt bad, of course, but deep down, I knew it was coming. So, I started searching for a condo. And let me tell you—it was not easy. With the current prices and options, it felt like trying to find a needle in a haystack… a haystack made of overpr...