Slowly but (painfully) surely, we are getting there. We will one day move back into our home. We will get out of my mother's hair and take our shoes to a place where her puppy can't chew on them. We will have our own space again. It will happen. Right? Right. Looking at pictures like these remind me of that.
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| Starting work on second floor facade framing... notice there is no more front balcony eye sore/safety hazard! |
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| And a few days (weeks?) later, a tarp, which may or may not be covering up the fact that nothing else has been done, but I'll give the benefit of the doubt since there are new windows in... |
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| And the back. A big, beautiful window overlooking the backyard in what is now officially the baby's room. |
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| Add some pretty windows in the master and things look less hollow and more homey... almost... |
