That’s what this house is – a diamond in the rough. Like, in the very rough. And uncovering its potential has already been incredibly time and labor intensive. (Ask my sore neck and shoulders how they feel about home renovations.)
To be honest, I had my first “Oh my gosh, what have we done” moment the other day. All I could see was the (years of) work. So then I had a small mental/emotional breakdown. Why did we sign up for this?
I still can’t put my finger on exactly why we did. The swings between excitement and dread happen on nearly an hourly basis. What I do know is that this house was begging to be saved, and there is something so rewarding about the hard work of rescuing it. Over the last two days, I spent eight hours scrubbing walls. Eight hours of scrubbing and scraping and wiping and scrubbing some more. But when I stood in the middle of my finished work, I felt what can only be described as pride. I did this; I made something better.
Don’t you dare say there isn’t a difference, because there is. Squint if you have to. And also don’t remind me that there are other rooms to do. Let me revel in this progress for a little bit longer, please.
If you have the energy to keep reading, I included some other photos of the house and property. You can expect to see them pop back up again, since we’ll feature some before-and-after posts as work is completed. Also, remember to view the house and property with a lot of imagination. Like I said, squint if you have to.
Our Farmhouse Fixer Upper 