You Can "Go Home" Again

I have always dreamed about raising my family in a house just like the one I grew up in.

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My childhood memories are still so powerful from those years of wonder and fun, I wanted to carbon copy the setting of my old house for my family.  Big, shady trees.  A long side-load driveway for bikes and scooters.  A 1980's floor plan with big rooms and a brick fireplace.  I said as much in a letter written to the previous owners when multiple offers poured in on a home just like my "old house".  It has the same builder, with the same layout, same front elevation, same long, winding walk to the front door.  Big trees, side-load garage and all.  And now it's our hew home!  The only problem is... the house thinks it is still the 1980s.

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So, as much as I dream about those care-free days of leg warmers and slip N slides, I don't fantasize about 80's design.  In fact, a few nightmares have resulted.  Wallpaper, gray shaggy carpet, scalloped wood panels, lots and lots and lots of pine trim.  And pine doors.  And pine chair rails.  And the real dinosaur...

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A vintage microwave and oven.  And in this case, "vintage" is not something people pay extra for.

So we embark on a new journey.  We have our paint team ready, our contractors lined up for quotes, and our elbow grease on.  I am a few steps closer to going "back home".  We will bury goldfish under these might oaks.  We will listen for reindeer on this roof.  Heck, I might even dance to Whitney Houston in this front yard.  Let the adventure begin...

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