And then there’s this house.

So we live in a ‘charming’ 120+ year old house. Despite doing a ton of work on it during the seven years we’ve owned it, it was still NO WHERE near ready to be put on the market – cosmetically. There’s nothing like going through your own house and trying to decide if you’d buy it all over again. Then, queue the pre-sale home inspection which highlighted some additional areas where some lovin’ was needed and we’ve got ourselves quite a handyman’s dream and seller’s nightmare on our hands. It probably would have been easier – and potentially less costly! – to knock it down and sell the land on which it sits. Haha.

Never mind. We pulled ourselves together, pretty much shipped our kids off every single weekend in July and got to it. I am quite certain there’s not a square foot of this house that has not been cleaned, updated or upgraded by us or our friendly neighborhood contractors. The most appalling part of the whole thing is that despite a full dumpster of junk and the ACRC carting away what seemed like an actual ton of gently used household items is that we still have a 10×10 storage space filled with ‘keepers’.

The house looks great, so it’s worth it right? We’ll see.

Published by goingwestcoastal

I'm Bridget. 37. Mom. Wife. Worker. I lived in Philadelphia (or thisclose to the city) for 35 years. That's all changed. We moved. From Philadelphia, Pennsylvania. To Portland, Oregon. Cue minor culture shock.

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