There once was a cute little house. I loved it. It didn’t initially love me during the buying process but when it was all said and FINALLY done, she was mine. She was home for me and my little boy.
Now, the inside of this baby is old. Like 1993 old. oh my god that’s 24 years ago. (blank stare thinking wow I’m really that old) Okay, that moment has passed. Moving on.
My first impression when seeing the house was that it was open, tall ceilings in the main living area and very neutral in all rooms. It has great “bones”. However it also has super old tile, old bathrooms, old outlets…do you see where I’m going with this?
Out with the old in with the new!
I’m going to try and tackle as much as I physically possible by myself. The stuff I can’t handle, first call goes to my brother. 🙂 He loves helping out. Not! Second call or calls will go to some awesome dudes I know that specialize in this kinda stuff. Either way, it’s going to be quite a ride. I have no clue how long it’s going to take me. Basically, I’m just winging it.
P.S. That tree looks half dead half alive. Adding it to the list.