Home Sweet Home

We had been in the apartment for almost 4 years and we so desperately wanted a house to call our own. We searched on and off for over a year before we found the one. It was built in 1940, the walls had water damage, each room had a different color of horribly stained carpeting, and the detached garage was leaning off to one side. Everything from the plumbing to the electric would need to be updated. “It’s perfect we’ll take it!” my husband said, because as the saying goes, love is blind.

We moved into the house October of 2003 and started working vigorously to turn the old shack into our dream home. We tore down walls, we pulled up carpet, and we stripped the paint off of window frames. Eventually things slowed down a lot and it felt like we were digging a grave with a spoon. Here we are 5 years later and we still have a long way to go. It can be discouraging at times, but when I see the photos of what it used to look like I feel a lot better.

It doesn’t matter if the front door doesn’t close without locking the dead bolt. That is OUR front door, the entryway to our dream.

It doesn’t matter if the floors bear stains and markings from years of use. Those are the hard wood floors that I have always wanted. If I had been walked on for 68 years I would be a little beat up too!

Most importantly it doesn’t matter if we have a lot of work ahead of us because when we had the house inspected by more than one professional, they all said the same thing. "The foundation is solid and sturdy." You can fix the aesthetics as long as the house is built on a firm reliable foundation, and it is.
I believe that in more ways than one, it is.


Here we are in the living room with my parents