In the heart of Comox, where the hum of the town meets the quiet of old trees, stands a house. It’s yellow as sunshine, sitting on nearly half an acre—a rare thing this close to downtown. Built with the grit and grace of 1950, it carries that age like a badge, proudly showing off its pink countertops and cabinets, each corner alive with the charm and character of another time. The hardwood floors creak in all the right ways, echoing with stories and laughter. The yard, though so close to everything, is an oasis, wrapped in a privacy that feels like you’re miles away. And this house, it holds a promise; the zoning here opens the door for future dreams. Whether to keep it as a home, as timeless as the town, or to let it grow into something more—this house waits, quietly, for the one who’ll walk through the door and know.