We've come to the last post about the dream house. Coming back from the orthodontist today, we drove past it for the last time, and saw a for sale sign, so I was able to look up the listing online to see what they'd done inside. So sad. After clear cutting all of the beautiful old nut and fruit trees and lovely growth that gave the property all the charm, whoever was remodeling it did a big ol' cookie cutter throughout. Gray carpet, "neutral" walls, granite counters . . . looks like a subdivision home anywhere. Interchangeable with any circa 2001 house. Now, if you adore 2001 home styles, great! You are likely a super happy house hunter, since there are so many on the market. But this was a 1944 charming farmhouse that had unfortunately been 1970'ized, and longed to return to 1944.
The cool, shady back covered area which would be such a perfect place for children to play outside in the rain or too-direct sun was walled in to make a garage so the former garage could be "RV parking". Ugh.
The upside is that I've no angst about it going up for sale, or longing for those beautiful fruit and nut trees and glorious 1.66 acres, since the remodel turned it into a bland lawn space. It's been a long road, but it's over. Just thought I'd like to write the ending out here, since the story had had the beginning on this blog as well.