He had to interview with the park manager, proving he wasn't going to start a rock band in his living room at 3 AM.

Three months later, Leo sat on his new steps. The house wasn't made of stone, but as he turned the key, it felt just as solid. He grabbed a brush and a tin of "Deep Forest Green"—the color he’d been dreaming of for years—and started on the door.

Traditional mortgages were out; he needed a "chattel loan" because the home was considered personal property, not real estate.