So remember when I lived in the street-level apartment here:
I moved out because the landlady was going to renovate. (OK, that certainly wasn’t the only reason. We all remember the break in…) I didn’t really know what she had planned, but I knew she had a baby on the way and the upstairs of that place was very strange—lots of small rooms, unusual (and probably unsafe) stairs, two kitchens.
Well, she sure did a number. Take a look at it now:
I actually liked it waaaay better before. She’s completely eliminated all of the character and charm of owning an older home. Now it just looks like any other cookie-cutter place. BORING. Hopefully she puts the bars back up on those lower windows!