I'm usually not one for resolutions.
But this year, I'm making an exception.
I resolve to fall back in love with my house.
Let me give you some back story.
Once upon a time, when le husband was first offered the position here in little ol' DuBois, Pennsylvania, the very first thing I did was start looking at real estate. I wanted to get an idea of what we could afford, what the typical style of house is here, etc..etc..
This house was one of the very first listings I remember coming across. It had almost everything we wanted. An extra bedroom for guests, lots of square footage so we wouldn't be on top each other during the winter, old with lots of character but relatively well-kept. But it was a little out of our price range.
So we moved to PA, settled into a short-term rental and started the process of house hunting. We kept coming back to this house. It hadn't moved off the MLS. In fact, the price had dropped.
We were sold.
I was over the moon that we were to be only the fourth owners of this near century old home.
But then we moved in and we kind of just plopped our furniture down.
Other than some changes to the landscaping out front, we sort of got busy. Jobs and babies and children and stuff, ya know?
Then, one day, the kitchen ceiling began to leak. We got four bats (BATS! UGHHHHH!) in the house in one week among other things.
I began to loathe everything about this place.
I began to feel like we were just living in someone else's house. And even though our names were on the paperwork, it still didn't feel like ours.
We're going to change that.
I can see the potential in this place.
So, after considering just selling, we have decided to start leaving our mark. One wall color at a time. We've got plans. And I'm ready to fall in love with the place all over again.
Creaky floor boards and all.