Well, the time has come my story-book house on Garrison Road…
It’s been almost 6 years since I took the plunge and bought my first house. A young twenty-something with delusions of home-ownership grandeur.
I started a website in 2005 about all of my crazy projects, and kicked it off by talking about how to get rid of that where’s-the-dead-body smell from your new house.
I lived through a waterfall that spanned 3 floors of my house.
I embarked upon a number of crazy projects, such as…
- Learning to install hardwood floors while rebuilding the kitchen
- Building a badass pergola with my Mom
- Finding my own way to cope crown molding (using a dremmel)
- Making a crooked broom for the kitchen, and then for everyone else
- And hundreds of other things
It’s been, um, fun. Instructional. Exhausting. Awesome.
And so, here we are. Sunday I turned over the keys to that awesome couple from Florida who bought the house on Garrison Road, and who I hope will create wonderful memories in their new home.
The first rule of ownership should always be to leave the house in better shape than you found it in… even though that doesn’t happen as much as it should. Still, how’d I do?
Old Living Room
Old Basement Hall
New Basement Hall
Old Back Yard
New Back Yard
And the room I just may miss the most…
Guess which room I’m going to finish in the new house first? I’m just sayin’… life isn’t worth living without a bathtub to sink into after a long day.
But in order to reach that glorious day when my very own master bath will be finished, there had to be some sacrifices. And one of them was saying good-bye to the house on Garrison Road.
It was a good six years little old house. I hope the next six–and sixty– are just as awesome.
And while it was a little hard to walk out the door of my first house for the last time, on my way home to the country I had a feeling that things were going to work out just right.