After moving 10 times in ten years, I am used to change. When we bought our current house I thought, this is it! We're unpacking all of those boxes that we have moved 10 times and we are finally staying put (actually many went into the dumpster, unopened). I do love my house, but in this business you see many houses that you could fall in love with if you moved...again.
With children, moving becomes complicated. There is the doorjam with little pencil lines recording their growth. The garden in which they planted there first seeds, the bedroom that used to house their crib and now has the "big kid" bed. So instead of packing up all of our memories my husband and I just continue to renovate and change in the hopes that roots will really sprout from our feet and we will actually live in the same place for say...5 years.
I've blogged about our front yard. There was a short burst of activity and the arbor went up over the pedestrian entry. But then someone complained and the city noticed that it didn't exactly look like our approved plan so we are on hold again. Rejected, we turned inward.
Our house has wonderful covered porches on the front and back. The problem with those covered porches is that they block sunlight and the interior of our house is dark for most of the day. Our dining room has a north facing wall that faces our driveway. It has never had a window:
One day I realized that the wall was screaming for a window. It took Greg a few cups of coffee to see my vision, but eventually he was on board.
We call this process "peeling the onion." You do one project, then another, then another. Next on my quest to let the "sun shine in" is replacing our solid front door with one with glass. And then my son's bathroom...
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