My family and I are in the final stages of moving from the house in which we raised our children to the large rambling home of my mother in law. As you can imagine, it is a move fraught with emotion.
We had been talking of selling our home for a number of years, back at the top of the market in 2005. We had bought a split level home on top of a mountain in 1998, moving in Thanksgiving weekend. It had spectacular views, alot of potential, and not much else. The boys were 11 and 10 and we'd lived in New Hampshire a year. The house had promise and we made an acceptable offer. We moved in Thanksgiving weekend. We began renovations the following January. We never looked back.
Master Bath created circa 1999
As houses go, it was spacious, with large rooms and a fairly open floor plan. It was built on a slab, something Californians understand but New Englanders do not. The bank had a heck of a time finding comps for the appraisal. We were getting a good deal and we believed we'd make money on it. The views were too good, we had closet space galore and three bathrooms, soon to be four. Our seller, the original owner, had installed an odd assortment of fixtures, cabinetry and bathroom appliances from various and sundry projects on which he'd worked. The bathrooms had flesh toned fixtures, the cabinetry was left over from a condo project on which he had additional pieces. His electric work was definitely not up to code but the house was sound and he was a good guy who installed a new heating system and replaced the roof before we moved in. The negatives were an unfinished downstairs, mostly exposed concrete slab, a dingy, poorly designed kitchen, and the dirt road on which we lived.. The positives were the large rooms, the front porch we would turn into our living room, the 270 degree views and the national forest abutting our property. We had privacy and a safe yard for the dogs.
Boys' Bathroom Guest Bathroom
My husband and I are no strangers to moving. This would be our eighth move. It would be our sixth purchased home. But this time was different. This time I did not want to go. This time, I felt my heart breaking.
Winter at our home