This is the afore-mentioned post about my house remodeling, it's taken a while because I've gotten a new computer and I'm having issues connecting my camera to it (my old computer had a slot for the memory card, no such luck with the Mac, although I'll take it over the PC any day of the week) and I'm still having issues, so I'm going to post this sans photos. Hopefully one of these days I'll get around to make this a better photo blog.
Anyway, I live in the house my Dad grew up, that was partially built by his Dad (The added on about half of the house and remodeled all of it at some point or another). Since it's a pretty old house, we've slowly but surely been remodeling it, starting when we initially moved in almost 18 years ago. Since then we've done the attic (thanks in part to my Brother who started a fire there and initiated the need for a remodel), my Grandma (who lives in the basement) has remodeled the downstairs, we've redone our family room and mine and my younger Brother's bedroom and bathroom, and now we've moved on to the all important Front room that includes our dining room and kitchen, and my parents bedroom. It's a rather large job that, of course, is taking longer than expected. And it's not that it didn't need to be done (our roof was literally be dragged down by a sagging beam), but it's hard to have everything you've grown up with torn apart. This house is the house I've know my whole life and, I know this sounds silly, but it breaks a part of my heart when I see it torn up. When it's done it's going to look awesome and it will be safer to live in, but it won't be the same. It will take some time to get used to the new house and to make it our home once more.