The Postscript: Forever Home

By Carrie Classon

“THE SEPTIC GUY can’t find the cover; call him,” was the message. I’ve been getting a lot of messages like this since I decided to put my 100-plus-year-old farmhouse up for sale.

I haven’t lived in the farmhouse for years now—not since I moved out to go to graduate school and become a writer, met Peter, married Peter, and moved on with my life. The f…