I don’t write a lot about where we live, except to say that sometimes I truly think I hate Rhode Island. It’s not the state’s fault- it is beautiful here. Really. But the expense can turn things ugly, and when unrelated circumstances, like faulty health insurance come to light, it’s not hard to lose sight of those things that we have come to love about a place.
One of these things is our home.
Upon its purchase, the ceiling collapsed and the plumbing burst. The wiring was cloth. The stair stringer detached (slightly) from the wall. The walls were plastered in wood paneling that we could not afford to replace and the kitchen looked like something out of Little House on the Prairie. So, two months before we were married, Dave and I embarked on the biggest undertaking of our lives: foreclosure home ownership.
First, let me show you everything we looked at- which came to over 30 homes. Yes, these are real places we thought about buying…
Through a series of blogs, I will show you one of the truest tests of love: owning a home. We are not carpenters, painters, plumber, electricians, architects or renovators… or are we? There were nights that we thought were mornings, whole weekends we stayed up, and days without electricity at all (I call it The Bride’s Successful Diet). We are so happy with the house, and though living on a busy street has its drawbacks, our home is something we built- the inside houses the love we work so hard to cultivate and the baby we created through that pairing. Sure, we’d love to build a home from scratch, but the character and warmth that comes from a 1929 craftsman is one that can’t be beat… enjoy the ride- it’s gonna shock you!