In keeping with my house stalking history, it should come as no surprise that I still occasionally drive by the previous two homes we lived in before moving to our current house, since they’re all in the same area. I have been paying particular attention to our first house lately, because it holds so many special memories, as many first homes do. But mainly because it’s in foreclosure.
And it makes me sad.
In thinking about this post, I rummaged through old photos, only to find that I was a DIY/home blogger in the making. I not only took
bad photos of many of my projects (pre-digital camera), I had a bunch of them in a little photo album. So, keep that in mind, as most of these photos have been scanned in to share.
Here is a picture of our first house, shortly after we became the proud owners.
This must have been pre-kids, because there is a fun Mazda Miata parked in the garage at the time this photo was taken. It was also before we had landscaping done, and the house painted, but you get the idea.
Here it is as it stands now. At first glance, it doesn’t appear too terrible, but everything is completely overgrown.
I had taken some shots of the backyard and near the front walkway
during my stalking mission earlier this year, but I can’t find those photos anywhere. Suffice to say, upon closer observation, everything is overgrown and a hot mess. The window to the french doors in the back is shattered, and it’s vacant, although there is still some furniture inside. (I got the scoop from our old neighbor).
Update – I
stalked stopped by again, and got a couple more photos of the outside.
An outdoor shot from when we lived there – at one point we refinished the deck and our boys had a blast in this backyard.
Here it is now:
This is the first house that we bought and made our own. It’s the house where we brought our boys home from the hospital. It’s the house where we made some wonderful memories and it will always hold a special place in my heart.
I even took photos of some of the interior when we first bought it (17 years ago!). It’s hard to tell from these photos, but the walls are mauve. And a snazzy chandy in place as well.
I started out neutral in here:
I even took a photo of my dining room when I hosted my first Thanksgiving.
I went through a yellow phase, and if you choose the wrong shade of yellow, it will look like mustard in the afternoon sun. It wasn’t the first time I repainted a room due to poor color choices. Lessons learned. This was the second, softer shade of yellow.
I took photos of empty rooms when we had new carpet installed.
This is the house where I went through my hunter green and burgundy plaid couch phase, as well as my accent wall stage.
Pay no mind to the dust on that ceiling fan. Oh, how I would redo that fireplace if I still owned that house…
But, my style evolved, little by little. Yes, the furniture is large (it looked much smaller in the store). But, we still have it today – it’s had nine lives, thanks to the power of new slipcovers.
We covered ugly linoleum with new (laminate) flooring. What can I say, I was a fan of laminate at one point.
I even documented the process.
I was a fan of fruit in my decor, in the form of a wallpaper border and accessories.
I decorated a nursery for our first born, and had my first experience with the joys of painting stripes.
Don’t worry, the vertical blinds were eventually replaced.
Our third bedroom went through a couple of stages of its own. The guest room/stencil stage:
And the “big boy” bedroom stage, when our second son came along.
I painted my first exterior front door, and have the photo to prove it. 😉
So, I’m sure you can appreciate my sadness, when I see this home as it is now – unloved and unkempt. It feels lonely to me.
I have memories of my boys coming home from the hospital in this house.
And learning how to crawl.
Celebrating birthdays –
And riding big wheels.
Houses are part of our history, part of our family, so I suppose it’s natural to feel sad when you remember them as their former “selves”.
Is it crazy that a part of me wants to buy this house and breathe new life into it again?
But, we moved on to the next chapter, where I started my house documentation process all over again.
And we made our second home our own too.
Terrible photo, I know – my camera battery was dying, which I think is the reason the photos are horrible. But they’re all I have.
Thank goodness for digital photography, right?
I’ll have to do another post on this house too. 🙂
Do you still drive by your former houses? Have you seen one go into foreclosure? Is it weird that I still have dreams about our old houses? I’ve had dreams that I was inside of my old houses, even when the new homeowners lived there. Maybe I am a crazy stalker after all…