Our house is a “model” home when we buy it in the spring of 1992. We had both sold our homes where we had lived with our now deceased spouses, so we are excited to find a new home to start our life together.
The house has three bedrooms and when our kids Matt and Jess come with us to see it for the first time; they run upstairs into separate rooms and declare, “This is mine!” Lucky for us, neither picks the master bedroom with adjoining bath.
Our four-and-a-half year old daughter must already know that the bigger closet is important down the road, or maybe it is just the light-colored, girlie wallpaper on the walls that determine her choice.
But over the course of time, wallpaper gets stripped, wall colors and curtains change and I now find myself, twenty-two years later, back on a ladder. This time, I…
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