Did you fall in love with your century home right away, or did it take time and work to get there?
We closed on our 1920s bungalow last spring and I have to be honest, those first few months were rough. Every weekend revealed a new mystery behind the walls, the layout felt awkward for modern life, and I kept quietly wondering if we had made a huge mistake. Friends kept asking if we loved it and I kept giving this vague enthusiastic answer that did not feel entirely true. But somewhere around month eight, after we had stripped the painted-over woodwork and found the original hardwood floors under some truly horrifying carpet, something shifted and I genuinely started to feel proud of the place
I am curious how common this experience is in this community. Did you fall for your old home instantly the moment you walked through the door, or was it more of a slow burn that only clicked after you put real sweat and vision into it? And for those of you who had doubts early on, was there one specific moment or project that turned the corner for you? I would love to hear what that tipping point looked like, especially from anyone who was seriously questioning the decision before things came together