Mom and Dad's New Home

Back in April, my parents house, which had been on the market for almost a year, finally sold. This was much to their delight and my chagrin. I didn't want them to move into a different home. I wanted them to stay in my childhood home and town for the rest of my life (notice I said "my life" not "their lives"). So, in July, after much packing, purging, and questioning if they'd made the right decision and then deciding that they had indeed done the right thing and just had to deal with the fact that no matter how right the decision was, they were still gonna cry when they left the home that they'd raised their children in and had so many memories of their grandchildren in, they moved into their new home. Now that I've been in their new home, I can see why they love it. It's them. It smells like Mom and Dad's house always has. It's very comfortable. There's still room for us. It's only 700 sq. feet, half the size of their last home. Like I said before, my mom can vacuum the entire house from one outlet. How many of us can say that!

So, Inkling, I've been promising you pics of Mom and Dad's new house so you can see that it's still them even though they moved out of the old place.

The front yard.



The bathroom.


Mom and Dad's bedroom.


Mom's office.


The living room with the window treatments that I came up with. Mom and I put them up together while I was visiting.



View into kitchen from the living room.


The kitchen.


Check out the fridge...


Another shot of the fridge...


Yes, the fridge is stuck in the wall two feet off the floor. Previous owners decided that in order to make more space in the kitchen, that they would put the fridge in the wall. Their only obstacle was the basement steps that are right under it, so they jacked it up two feet and voila... a fridge in the wall. There's a stepstool that lives right next to at all times.


The skylights.