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I got to see my old house today. The place I grew up in. I lived there from 1975 (when I was seven) to 1994. A friend's daughter bought it. I wonder what the odds are that something like this could happen.
We happened to drive by it and they were unloading stuff and moving her in. It was fun to see what was still original. The place was built around 1972. The kitchen cupboards and bathroom vanity were still there, though the countertops had been replaced. The bathroom sinks, toilets and bathtub were the original harvest gold. One light fixture remained. All the woodwork was original, but all the floors were new of course. It still has the same faded aluminum siding. The ash trees in the back yard are all now dead (emerald ash borer). All the same bushes are still there in front of the house. I didn't ask to see the basement, but they had previously told me that the wooden shelves that my dad made are still there.
We happened to drive by it and they were unloading stuff and moving her in. It was fun to see what was still original. The place was built around 1972. The kitchen cupboards and bathroom vanity were still there, though the countertops had been replaced. The bathroom sinks, toilets and bathtub were the original harvest gold. One light fixture remained. All the woodwork was original, but all the floors were new of course. It still has the same faded aluminum siding. The ash trees in the back yard are all now dead (emerald ash borer). All the same bushes are still there in front of the house. I didn't ask to see the basement, but they had previously told me that the wooden shelves that my dad made are still there.
