|And once I said I'd never live in an old house
||[Jan. 7th, 2012|11:36 am]
A community for Old Houses
And then I moved out from my parents' house after college.
I spent about eight months in a beautiful if crumbling old Victorian that had been cut into three housing units. Oh, what an adventure. I was constantly doing minor mold remediation, polishing the original hardwood floors only for them to be a mess again, muttering curses against both knob-and-tube wiring and the landlord who wouldn't fix anything... By the time I moved, the landlord kind of hated me. Apparently, a home inspector's kid who lives in a standing code violation is not great for landlord-tenant relations.
Then I came to my senses, got sick of being the unpaid caretaker for the house, and moved halfway across the country. What with my common sense, I moved into another case of what I like to call renovatoritis.
My current project is a 1914 Craftsman bungalow that I live in. It had a full renovation in 1998, and is in great shape in terms of structure and basic systems. It does have kind of a bad case of remuddling... the person who rebuilt it ripped out all of the walls and made an open floor plan. I'm planning to put in new flooring; the carpet is trashed after a combination of neglect and raising kittens. Thankfully it didn't damage the subfloor. And the house could use some repainting and the bathroom needs to be re-insulated. Oh well, something to do with my time when I'm not at a boring desk job.
As soon as I thought I had enough on my hands, another house walked into my life.
( Old house, needs love.Collapse )