Okay, here it is. The story about the house.
I usually don't like to speak negatively of people, but it is difficult to convey what we've been through without mentioning some things about the previous tenants.
For the past 4 1/2 years we've been living in the basement apartment of a house, which the family upstairs was renting from the property owner. For whatever reasons I don't need to go into here, they were asked to leave and we were given the option of moving upstairs. The day before Irene, the moving trucks were there, they loaded up and were gone. So we went upstairs to see what the place looked like.
It's a much bigger space - 3 bedrooms, 2 1/2 baths, living room, dining room, work room, foyer and a porch. A lot of it was designed with a lot of thought in mind - a huge pantry with pull out shelves, bedroom closets with lights that go on when you open the doors, stuff like that. But most of the things had not been cared for in many years and there was a lot of damage and enough stuff left behind to more than fill a 30 yard dumpster.
We were able to work a deal with the property owner - 2 months free rent while we work on the place. So we're in the third month now, paid our first rent check and we're still working. I think he got the better deal.
The previous two months have been full of setbacks - problems with the utility companies, a sick bunny, a wall falling out, bad plumbing, etc. But last night I was able to walk into any room of the house I wanted and turn on a light just by flipping a switch. What a novel idea. It finally is starting to feel like the place is ours.
I wanted to do before and after pictures, but I only have the before pics. A few of them are below:
My future craft room (the yellow is going!):
Our future exercise room:
Future master bedroom:
Scott's future work room (can you find the full size washer and dryer in this picture?):