Yesterday marked the second year we moved into our home. This is a significant milestone for me particularly because I have never lived in one place so long since moving out of my parents’ house at age 21. It is also the first time I’m living somewhere that I own and can make real changes to. Not even my parents’ place belonged to them.
My first apartment was a ground level two-bedroom in a 9-unit complex built in the 70’s, or perhaps earlier, on the west slope of Seattle’s affluent Queen Anne neighborhood. I was happy here for the first year. I had finally saved up enough money to fly free from the coop and establish my own independence.
After a year in, I started to feel lonely in this spacious apartment all by myself. I didn’t have enough overnight guests to occupy the second bedroom so that felt like wasted square footage. Six months later, I moved out of that apartment and into a house with two other housemates. I never looked back.
Every place I lived in after those 18 months in the two-bedroom in West Queen Anne was less than one year. I have quite the long list of places I’ve lived in since then, so I’m more than thrilled to have finally found some roots to call my home.
Never in a million years would I have imagined I’d ever live in Vancouver, Canada. Or anywhere in Canada, for that matter. Not that I have anything against Canada. I grew up in Seattle, so Canada has always felt like my own backyard. It’s like the next door neighbor you go to visit once in awhile because they have really good food and you’re cordial to, but you’re not best friends with. But, you never know when love will hit and that’s how it led me here.
Speaking of dreams, the house we bought in Vancouver is not the house of my dreams. I’ve always been in love with brick homes in something of a Georgian style architecture. Not necessarily with the large columns, but a large veranda would have been very lovely. I imagined two floors with an attic. Something with an open space plan so I could easily entertain from the kitchen and have a good view of everything going on in the dining or living rooms.
Instead, we couldn’t resist the perfectly practical floor plan and move-in ready appeal of the 1950’s bungalow we live in now. The stucco exterior made me gag, to tell the truth. There was absolutely no curb appeal and the front gate was too oversized for the house, which made the residents look pretentious. It was easy for me to overlook that initially because I am an interior designer and it’s what matters inside that counts the most, right????
Lucky for us, the previous owner gutted the bathroom and remodeled the kitchen so everything was modern and attractive. We didn’t have to do any work except to order in the “big girl” sofa and move in. There’s still a ton of work to do before this house becomes everything I want it to be, but I never thought I could love a home so much. I almost don’t even enjoy traveling anymore because I get so homesick for my cozy bungalow in Vancouver. One day, it’ll be finished and of course, I shall share all my redesigns with you.
Until that time comes, here’s a preview of what our house looked like two years ago when we took ownership:
It’s not gorgeous now, but I guarantee that it will be in another two years. Hope you’ll stick around for the journey!
Take a look at some of these changes I’ve already made to the house:
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