…its what’s on the inside that counts. This adage may apply to people, but when it comes to one’s home, I’m not so sure it’s true – or is it?
Our new place is like a time capsule from 1972 housed inside a structure from a hundred years ago, with very little done to it in modern times that doesn’t need to be completely torn out and replaced.
Layers of linoleum. Meringue ceilings that make popcorn look puny, and yes a couple rooms with dropped acoustic tiles hiding old tin ornament behind them. Lead paint, asbestos tile, termite ridden floor joists, pitching floors that make the furniture bounce when you jump on them – oh joy!
“Why put in copper pipe to fix that leak in the bathroom when I can glue up some pvc from the hardware store?” one can picture Mr. Nazario saying. “I’m not going to patch the plaster anymore – it’s a waste of my time when they sell perfectly good paneling you can nail over top it in a day.”
And so it must have gone. It’s a house repaired over forty years of weekends, decorated as needed on the cheap. Thing is, even though their taste is not ours, you can feel the love as soon as you walk in the front door. It will take us a lot of work to peel back the layers, revealing the wide pine plank floors and plaster underneath, but it won’t take us any time at all to feel at home.