A couple (dozen) folks have asked me for more pictures of our new home. As of today, we’ve been in the house for two weeks. So obviously, we still have work to do. But I feel pretty good about how it’s coming together.
As some background, our house was built in 1925. I’ve always wanted to live in an older home because I adore old-home charm. However, to find one in our price range with solid bones, a modern heating and cooling system, and three good-sized bedrooms was challenging (one income, people).
We did it! (Well, only the first floor has central air … the bedrooms have AC units in the windows. But waaaah, first-world problems.)
Meet our new home:
It’s a twin home (i.e., we share a wall with our neighbors. Their entrance is on the right side of the house, so it’s not visible head-on.) The redish-brown fence you see in the back is the fence we have all around our backyard, so our yard is separate from our neighbor’s.
When you walk into the front door, you enter a sun porch. This was originally a regular porch when the house was built; the door leading from the porch into the front entryway was the original front door and still has the original door knob (see, I love this kind of stuff).
Other side of the sun porch:
Our backyard, off the kitchen door and through an enclosed back porch (again, too messy for public consumption). The yard is fairly small, but Ryan has much more grass playing space than we had at the house in Phoenix, so it’s a win.
Shall we go upstairs?
Moving on …
Ok, now for my absolute favorite room … The one I spent hours thinking about and planning in my head. The first one that really felt “done.”
Now let’s move down the hallway. We are going to skip past the guest bedroom, which has become known here as the “Cleveland Room.” It’s called that because 1. we are going to hang a really cool Cleveland skyline picture there (Cleveland is my original home and must be honored) and 2. the vast majority of folks who will stay in this room will be from Cleveland. Unfortunately, it’s currently a dumping ground for stuff that doesn’t have a home or still needs to be hung.
So let’s move on to our master bedroom.
There it is! Our home. Hopefully for many, many, many years to come. Because seriously, I’m not moving again any time soon.
I'm Meg. An Ohio girl who relocated to Arizona after college and met a true Pennsylvania gentleman. Married him and had a little boy. After nearly a decade in the desert, we moved Back East to be closer to family and changing seasons. I'm a freelance writer and a stay-at-home mom. I am too organized and too sarcastic for my own good. But I make a killer cheesecake.
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