It has been exactly one year since I closed on the house. A lot has changed, both in the house and in my life, blah blah blah. Maybe if I weren't such a hack of a writer, this is where I'd present the case that the house is a metaphor for my ascent into responsible adulthood. Like the house, I was flooded and my walls were dirty, but after lots of hard work, tears, and paint jobs, now we both don't smell like cat pee nearly as much, or something. Maybe I'm bad at metaphors though. Luckily, for your blog-reading pleasure, my atrocious sense of humor remains the same. On that note, here are the before and after photos of all the work I’ve done on my little bachelorette fort.
Dec 25, 2010 (my first time seeing the house):
Jan 05, 2012 (just over one year later)
Now for the inside:
Living room/hallway before
Living room before
Living room after
Master bedroom before
Master bedroom after
2nd bedroom before
2nd bedroom after
3rd bedroom before
3rd bedroom after (still a mess)
(it has a real light now, I just don’t have a more recent photo)
I still have a ton of work to do (the next project on my harebrained radar is to do something with that huge empty wall in my living room), but it’s getting there, if by "getting there," you mean starting to look like an actual living adult lives here. Cheers!