Habitat for Humanity of Greater Centre County celebrates 79th home build
CENTRE COUNTY, Pa. (WTAJ) — A new home is ready for move-in after several hours of volunteer work from the Habitat for Humanity of Greater Centre County.
The home, located in Centre Hall, is the second of two on the same street and will mark the 79th home partnership by Habitat for Humanity of Greater Centre County. Executive Director Stephanie Fost said 2,252 hours of volunteer work went into finishing this home. The family moving in also volunteered over 350 hours of their own sweat equity into the home.
'For us, we really focus on how we can keep this affordable to build so that we can turn around and then sell it for an affordable price to our homeowner,' Fost said.
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Fost added that Centre County has a critical need for affordable housing. Many see the prices of homes and are shocked, and many families turn away from buying due to the high costs.
'The availability of those mid-level entry-level homes that existed 10, 20, 30 years ago, just simply don't exist for folks anymore,' Fost said.
And the opportunity to move into a home is life-changing for many.
'Those kids said, 'Can we come in?' and it was that moment that I realized these kids had never had a home to come into like this before. They opened that door, burst in, and went running around the house, and they were claiming their bedrooms and all of those things,' Fost said.
Habitat for Humanity of Greater Centre County (HFHGCC) is one of 1,000 independent affiliates of Habitat for Humanity International (HFHI). Since launching in the greater Centre County region 40 years ago, HFHGCC has built, renovated, or repaired nearly 80 homes in partnership with qualified homeowners.
Habitat for Humanity of Greater Centre County is a nonprofit, nondenominational housing organization. Habitat welcomes all people, regardless of race, religion, ethnicity or any other difference, to build simple, decent, affordable houses with those who lack adequate shelter.
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