On October 30, 1988 we officially moved into our home. Yes-we were married December 19, 1987-so that means I lived with my in-laws for nearly a year. It wasn't too bad-we both worked full time and I was young. (Now-I'm too set in my ways, I wouldn't be able do it.) But I couldn't wait to get into a space of my own! I was 20 years old.
Anyhow, the reason we had to wait is because we built this home (we-meaning my husband, me, family and friends, and our friend and neighbor who was a HUGE, HUGE help) with our own hands, and it wasn't ready yet. It took about a year and a half to complete.
I was thinking about what the date was today while I was coloring my hair this morning (go figure)-and thought-oh yeah, today is my home's birthday.
|Ahhhh-the downstair bathroom. I'm thankful for it-it's meant a lot less climbing of the stairs!|
I've painted the top part, but the wallpaper is the same and so is the floor-vinyl.
|Our stairs-I'd like to know how many times I've climbed these over the last 23 years. A LOT, I know that.|
|My bedroom, my bedroom! You know how I love my bedroom!!!|
Same carpet, same walls-the only thing that's changed over the years is the decor and I like it!