On October 19, 2008, I stood in the middle of a mostly empty living room and looked around. I heard my Mom saying that I could do it – it just needed some paint and elbow grease. I felt uncertain as I took it all in – the bamboo shades on every window, the mustard yellow paint, the wallpaper hanging off the walls, and the worst tile job I have still ever seen. I thought about it and prayed about it for a few days, but in just over a month I signed the papers to make that place my own. I closed exactly one week before Thanksgiving, and I spent my first night there on New Year’s Eve. That time in between was spent redoing floors, painting, and cleaning. My mom and sister did a lot of work (especially the floors) and I helped them as much as I could and painted in the evenings and on weekends. We worked very hard just to get it ready for me to move in, and I’ve spent the last 3 1/2 years making it more like home.
I’ve literally put blood, sweat, and tears into this place. I’ve cried, thinking I would never feel settled or even clean living here (the downstairs bathroom was scary when I bought it). I’ve seen the wee hours of the morning trying to finish projects. I’ve stumbled my way through most of the things I’ve done, but at the end of the day, I’m pretty proud of it.
Here are some “before” pictures from the inspection (the previous owners’ belongings and furniture are still there). I’ll post some more recent pictures over the next few days for comparison – it looks a lot better now, I promise!