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Two Years As Homeowners

I have to admit, being a homeowner is hard. There are a million things I want to do with this house. The two things that are keeping me from doing those things are money and time. I hate when people use the excuse "I don't have time" because really you do, you just put what you think are priorities first. 

Were also not the handiest people. I have many projects waiting for the help of my dad. Like sanding our floors. I've never done anything like it before so it scares the crap out of me to try it. I can only hope that a year from now things will look a lot different and that I can maybe get a few things that I'd like to see done, get done. 

And with that here are some progress photos from the last 2 years. 


Our closet 2010

2012

2010

2012

Upstairs bathroom 2010

2011

2012 I hope this is finished before next year.

Stairway 2010

2012

Dining room 2010

2012

Living room 2010

2011

2012

Guest room 2010

2012

Kitchen 2011

2012

2011

2012

Breakfast nook 2010

2011

2012

You can see other parts of our house here.

Comments

Amanda said…
I think your living room, dining room, and breakfast/kitchen area are the most changed. It's pretty cool to look at the before and afters! :) Fun blog!

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