It's Not the House... It's the Homeowner

 

There it is, all fresh and new (circa 1950).

Thanks to Pat Podelnyk, for the pictures.

 

Sixty-three years later: the trees are over grown, and this side street is a whole lot busier with traffic.

 

2013...

 all fresh and new again. The old trees are gone, and a new privacy fence gives us freedom to move about the backyard, without feeling on display.

 

Houses are funny things... or maybe it's the people who buy them...

 

We once bought a house for the hot tub and the graceful lot full of trees. We ended up hating the trees and removing the annoying hot tub. It also had a garage that we never used.

 

The next house must have no trees we exclaimed... and we spent the next few years trying to plant trees on the property. We also had no garage, and constantly cried about not having one.

 

Project house lured us in with lovely, forestry trees and the old time feeling of a "neighborhood" corner house.We loved the bungalow feel and the fact that it had two and a half baths.

 

After being here for a couple of months, we have removed most of the old trees, we're annoyed by "prying" neighbors and loud cars (privacy fence), one of the bathrooms is gutted (unusable at the moment), and we now tell each other that our next house will definitely be a "rambling ranch".

 

Yep, there's nothing wrong with the house... it's the homeowner.