We live in my husband's childhood home. It's very different than the way it was when he was a boy. Back then they only had an outdoor bathroom and a first floor with laminate roofing. He rebuilt it around 15 years ago but the architect didn't do a very good job. My husband paid him with his truck and the man drove off and never came back. The plans were all wrong and the house is sort of ramshackle because of it. Daniel (my husband) has been saying that he wants to re-do the house for the eight years we've lived here. So, now we have found an excellent architect and have a new plan for the house. It was a little disappointing to me at first because it means we will be here longer but the more I look at the plan, it makes sense. For as long as we will be here, we will have a much more functional home that will be great for entertaining (which we love to do). Our boys will have their own bedrooms and I'm getting a new kitchen. And it will be much easier to sell in the future.
The workers come on Monday. I will try to get the before pictures up before they start tearing walls down. I know that I will be living with dust for the next four or five months but I'm hopeful that the end result will be worth it.