1346 N Myrtlewood Street

Have you ever looked at your current house and thought, Weve grown apart. The roof leaks. The wiring hums like its haunted. The kitchen island is the size of a cutting board. The spark is gone. This is what happens after therapy. After the divorce. After the glow-up. Welcome to 1346 North Myrtlewood, fully rebuilt from the studs up not just some lipstick on a pig. 4 large bedrooms. The kind where furniture fits without emotional compromise. Not technically fits a bed bedrooms. Real ones. 2.5 baths, because were adults now and sharing one sink is beneath us. Primary suite with a walk-through closet. Yes, walk-through. You enter like you own the place. Because you will soon. Two rear bedrooms with massive sliders opening to the outside. Fresh air. Dramatic exits. Villain monologues. Whatever youre into. Now lets talk about the kitchen. This thing is disrespectful to all other kitchens. A giant island that doesnt just say we host. It says, We upgraded. If youre launching a cooking podcast, becoming a food influencer, or just want enough space to film yourself aggressively chopping vegetables while discussing your childhood trauma this is your stage. Lighting? Perfect. Layout? Camera-friendly. Island? Big enough to hold your ego and your charcuterie board. And unlike your ex-house, everything here is new. Plumbing, electrical, HVAC, insulation, and roof. The behind-the-walls stuff that actually matters. No skeletons. No character. No mystery moisture. Then you climb up to the roof deck terrace. Skyline views. Sunset cocktails. Space to plot your next move. This isnt a starter home. This is the I survived and upgraded home. You didnt just leave the old place that was toxic. You married up.