30 years ago today, Saint Karen (who must be a saint to put up with me), our two kids (who were children then), and I moved into our house.
I’ve been thinking about it. If I’m not mistaken, the only parts of the house we haven’t changed are the driveway, and the patio. We’ve replaced the roof, siding, every window, interior and exterior doors, all the interior wood trim. We’ve installed a new electric service, lots of rewiring, relined the chimney, put in a new furnace and oil tank, new water heater (twice), removed some 70’s style wood paneling, added three closets (could use more), remodeled the kitchen and both bathrooms. New front and back steps, rebuilt the porch, repaired sidewalk and curb, planted what’s now a giant oak tree out front.
All this makes it seem we didn’t like this house when we bought it. So, why did we buy it in the first place?
