I have lived the expression "bittersweet."
Last month, I both celebrated, and cried over the sale of our floating home in
Portland. It had been on the market almost three years. That's three years of maintenance, extra mortgages, and stress. It needed to find a new owner because after our move to
Bend four years prior, we couldn't use it, rent it, keep up on the maintenance, or afford it.
But this home was my pride and joy. Our first big remodel.
Every crack, flaw, molding, and color was fixed by us, made by us, installed by us, or picked by us. Each time I walked in there, I felt like it was a complete expression of me. It was the first home that ever really felt like it belonged to me...not the person who built it, drew the plans, or selected the cabinets.
Let me assure you, however, that for every ounce of "character" this house had, there was an equal amount of sweat and fighting contributed to it. The remodel period was, to put it lightly, some of the most difficult years of our lives.
When we purchased it in 2006, it was a mere shell. The man who owned it prior to us had aspirations of making it a beautiful retreat. He moved walls, built decks, and worked on lighting...the outside was nearly finished when he decided to leave the project behind and sell it to us. We bought it at a bargain price, because only the outside was done, and remodeled it at a bargain price, because that's all we could afford to do.
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The Master (Before): When our friends and family walked in to see this, they didn't know whether we had gone stupid or crazy |
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The Master (After): But we had a vision, and knew that a little paint, carpet and love could go a long way. |
We spent four years laying tiles, stretching carpet, dry-walling, and decorating. We slept in the living room until the kitchen was done, the guest room until the master was done, and our parent's house when the smell from the paint and carpet was too much to bear. With the exception of the french door installation, we did just about all the work ourselves. I have a lot of lessons learned--some of which I plan to share in a future story--but was it worth it? I think so. My husband does not. I'm proud of our little floating home makeover, but my husband says all he thinks about when he sees the house is all the sleepless nights and days of hauling drywall, dumpsters, doors, and paint up and down the 1/4 mile of dock.
Last month, as I went to bring the new buyers a housewarming gift, they took me through the house to tour it. They have put some beautiful finishing touches on the home, and it looks better than ever. In fact, I think I need some outdoor decorating tips from them! I couldn't just write my home off to any buyer. They love the house as I do, and three remodelers later...it's better than ever.
I will always remember the time we spent remodeling this home and all it has taught me: patience, looking on the bright side, thinking outside the box, and how to use power tools! It will always have a close place in my heart.
CLICK HERE to see more Before and After shots.
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The Sitting Room (Before) was originally a boat garage. We installed french doors with custom crown-molding where the garage used to be to add light and and make the most of the view of the water. |
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The Sitting Room (After): The french doors added light, while the grey paint color gave it a cool, calm place to retreat.
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