Over Christmas my husband and I moved into my childhood home. I have done this with mixed emotions. The original parts of this house are over 100 years old. My dad remodeled it in the 70's. I lived with my dad in it from about age 12 until I got married (at 17...how stupid was that??). Anyway, my first husband and I lived in another family home for the first year of our marriage...then we swapped with my dad and lived in my childhood home until 1994 when we built a new house. My two daughters were "born" and raised in this house until they were 12 and 9 years old.
Several other families have lived in the old house over the years. It carries a few scars and a whole lot of dirt. I have been cleaning and we have been doing a bit of remodeling/updating. My dad wants it to remain like he first remodeled...and that is ok. I am adding a bit of updated paint colors and trying to decide about painting over off white paneling that is throughout the kitchen and den.
A lot of memories here. Good and Bad. At 49, it is hard to look back and not see regrets....woulda, shoulda, coulda...but I am trying to look to the future and see the possibilities.
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