Let’s go back, way back, back in time… The year is 2006, a year out of undergrad, and I’ve been living in an overpriced apartment with my best friend (because moving back with your parents after college is a serious ADJUSTMENT). While randomly chatting with my Grandma about the next rent hike this place was imposing, she suggested I move into my Great Aunt’s vacant house. Her plan was simple – we’d make it livable, pay her minimal rent and the property taxes. I thought this was a SWEET DEAL! Then, I walked in and was transported to the 1960s, where shag carpet, wood paneling, and a tiny baby blue bathroom (the only one in the house) made me second guess the decision.
Making this house habitable set me on a path to understanding and loving home renovations and DIY projects. We figured out how to knock down walls, paint, remodel bathrooms, install flooring, refinish kitchen cabinets, and everything in between.
Fast forward to 2021, and I’m still here! What I thought was a temporary solution to save money was the biggest blessing I’ve ever received. I inherited a property that’s been a staple in our family since it was purchased over 70 years ago. I never imagined I’d be living here for as long as I have (or at all for that matter), and that’s just the way the universe works. One conversation, one good deed, one decision at a time. It took a while for a reason to reveal itself, but this process made it evident that there’s meaning in all situations, even when you aren’t quite sure what it could be.
I knew someday I’d be a homeowner, but I never imagined it happening like this. This blog was created to share stories about my family, my home, and our journey.