Three months ago we moved into our new (1990s) home. It is everything we hoped for: more space, room for guests and entertaining, and a first floor bedroom/bathroom.
And it is quite the contrast from our 1200+ square foot, 1950s city home we owned in Minnesota. I miss the character of our old house, the hardwood floors and plaster walls. Some of our vintage furniture feels out of place now. Like showing up to a costume party and finding everyone else is in jeans and a t-shirt.
We will eventually repaint and replace light fixtures, mini blinds, the kitchen, the fireplace, landscaping...and that will all take time. Years.
So I am sharing this, not because it is magazine worthy. But hopefully it is encouraging! Let's do our best to enjoy phases of life. Not just the completed ones.
This is part of the series house a home.