Pretty irrelevant to this DIY blog, but very much a milestone in my life, is the sale of my previous home in Scranton. On May 25, 2012 I sold the house to my neighbors who live across the street. I couldn’t be happier for them, and relieved and excited to move on to this next chapter of my life without the weight of carrying 2 homes on my shoulders.
It does come with a bitter sweet taste though. My mom grew up in the home. She lived there with her mom and dad, and her Aunt Molly also lived there. When my mom and dad met, THEY lived there, with our first dog Skippy. When my brother was born nearly 36 years ago, he lived there too!
Growing up in Moscow, we used to lovingly refer to the Scranton house as “The Old House” — as a kid I remember having to go down there on the weekends and help cut the grass, pull the weeds, water the plants, etc. My parents always hung onto “The Old House” with the thought that my brother or I might one day want to live there. And, we did.
My brother lived in the upstairs apartment for a few years. He helped my dad renovate the downstairs apartment to have a larger bedroom and foyer, and moved in. Not long after, my dad renovated the upstairs apartment and I moved in as a junior in college (in 2003).
I lived in that tiny little apartment for 6 years while my brother lived downstairs. We had some good times living separately, but together. I think I can attribute “The Old House” to the great relationship I have with Tony to this day. We spent a lot of time together, and became “not-just-siblings” during those years. I wouldn’t change that for the world. In 2009 Tony and my sister-in-law Bobbi bought a home, and moved on. I took over the downstairs, and was able to spread my wings… a little bit.
With the extra space I was able to get my office out of my bedroom! I also got a nightstand and a bench in my room. I had a DISHWASHER! Amazing. In 2010, I adopted by lovely 85 lb. dog Roxy Ann. With the extra space, Roxy, Quincy, and I lived happily. But something was missing from “The Old House” — to me, it just didn’t feel like my home.
So I started thinking about moving out, or finding a way to make it feel like somewhere I could stay for a long time. I hired an architect, who drew me renovation plans to put stairs into the house and connect the upstairs and downstairs. I even went so far as to get quotes on the drawings from general contractors. I wanted to stay… because of the history, and the love, and the memories we all shared there. But, when all was said and done, I had to make the decision to move on. After all, it is JUST a house, and I can take the memories with me.
I began quietly house hunting… I found a Realtor and picked out some homes to look at. At first, I wasn’t very serious in my search… I just wanted to see “what was out there”. Well, the first house I saw was my NEW home, that I write about in this blog. Yep, it was the very first house I looked at. Of course I looked at others before I decided, but literally within 6 weeks of “kind of” looking for a home, I had an accepted contract on this one! Everything happened so fast. I think I’m still dizzy 🙂
Anyway, back to “The Old House” — I couldn’t be happier with the sale, and I wish my neighbors the best of luck. The evening after we signed, I went over to celebrate with them… by tearing down the living room wall. They are renovating the house, and plan to make my dream of putting in stairs a reality. It was fun to help them, and see the excitement they had. I can’t wait to see what they do to the place. I’m sure whatever they do will be great!
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