Our own stamp

 In 2017 we left our house and moved across town to condo-land and haven’t once regretted it.

Well, except for the smaller space, curtailing big family gatherings at our place, but that’s okay because it also means less time in the kitchen for me. Plus, as the families have grown, they have their own gatherings and traditions to organize.

          This means we’ve been here seven years, and it seems both new and also as though we’ve been here forever, if that makes any sense. Many of the people here have known each other for decades, not only from living in this complex but also because like us, they’d also lived in town and then downsized to here. The previous owners of our place were well-liked, as far as I can tell, and well-known, the husband having been a local businessman and even a state rep at one point.

          We’ve settled in, though, and feel a lot less like the new kids on the block, and we’ve made the place our own. You can especially see this through the photos My Guy found on line from the realtor when the house was on the market last.

          In these before-and-after shots, you can see that our tastes vary just a tad.

         

The front looks pretty much the same.

Inside is a different story.

  

        

We turned what once was a dining room

                into a den.

          The two living rooms have their own personalities, too – 

          But while we did replace the screens for windows, their choice in porch chairs was oddly very much like ours.