
Sure, it has been a pain walking around on plywood for the past two weeks, but I figured out why tearing up my whole main floor didn't seem like a big deal. No amount of remodeling could ever compare to the house I grew up in Alpine. Check out a sampling of the complete gutting of our old 1900s home.

My mom looks understandably overwhelmed. She's probably wondering how my dad convinced her that this would be a good idea.
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The really scary thing is that buying and remodeling an old house is still my dream. I blame my dad--somehow he's also convinced me that this would be great fun.
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