Dear house,
We moved in exactly two years ago and it still feels like yesterday. From the first moment we stepped through your door, we were smitten. Looking back at that first exterior photo now, it’s amazing how little we knew — and how much we loved you anyway.
You had us at hello, even with that odd shelf divider in the living room, complete with a stained-glass square and a faux stone linoleum landing. It was quirky and undeniably yours.
Who could resist the dated dining room wallpaper or the ancient kitchen cabinets that seemed to whisper “Paul Bunyan was here”? Those features were part of your charm and gave us a hundred ideas for improvements.
The master bedroom was plain, but we were thrilled with our first pale blue-gray paint choice — the only color we didn’t end up changing at least once in the next two years.
The den felt like an old smoking lodge, dark and intimidating, yet we eagerly signed the mountain of mortgage paperwork to make you ours. We had plans: paint the paneling, furnish you temporarily, and eventually tackle the brick, the beams, and the tired built-ins when time and funds allowed.
But the room that truly sealed the deal was your sunroom. Even though the carpet carried an unfortunate odor, we saw endless potential and set to work cleaning and refreshing the space until it felt inviting.
We also learned to overlook the five dilapidated ceiling fans because you had two fireplaces and a front porch that stood out in the neighborhood. We didn’t even notice the lack of bathroom outlets until we tried to plug in a hair dryer — but those small surprises only added to the adventure. And, to be honest, the vintage cow weather vane was the tipping point; it made us certain you were the one.
So thank you for the laughter, the memories, the near-mishaps, the lessons learned, and the changes we’ve made together over the past 731 days. Here’s to many more years of projects, improvements, and happy moments in your rooms.