On Building Another House

I lived in that dream house for eight years (On Building A House), through high school and my failed attempt at college.  When I married in 1978, I moved to an apartment complex just south of Wilmington, Delaware.  It was a nice one bedroom apartment with a full kitchen and a balcony.  Two years later, we moved back to Pennsylvania to another one-bedroom apartment in an apartment complex in Whitehall, just North of Allentown.  We had looked at houses then, but couldn’t buy in to the housing market at that time.

Two years later and we were moving into a house. It was a two-story brick townhouse with a basement garage and utility room.  It was an end unit with the entrance on the side. The long living room had two street-facing windows and a fireplace at one end.  The kitchen and dining room were at the back of the house.  There was a small deck off the dining room and there was a 1/2 bath opposite the door to the basement.  there were three bedrooms upstairs and the standard small bathroom.  It had an appropriately small yard where we planted an equally small garden.

Four years later, we had our first child, my husband’s job had moved out of the city, and we wanted more space.  We started looking at houses in a neighborhood that we had liked when we first moved to the area.  The first house we bid on went to someone else; it was a two-story, three bedroom with a two-car garage.  We did end up taking over a house that was partly constructed.  This is not something that I would ever do again and I would not recommend it.  The “original owners” decided against the two car garage option and instead went with a family room with fireplace.  I’d kill for the second garage bay and I hate fireplaces.

They also had planned on a dirt floor basement in the heart of sinkhole country.  Where there are limestone pockets there are two things, sinkholes (obviously) and Radon gas!  The house failed the radon test and they had to add a concrete floor to the basement; the result is a very low ceiling in the basement.  A lot of the colors could not be changed, but I did what I could to make it my house. I am still in the process of making it my house, but it is getting there!


About Julirose

Amateur word arranger, avid number cruncher, and science fiction and fantasy enthusiast.
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