It was pretty scary.
But my house (specifically, my coat closet) protected my family from the $26,000 in damage that happened that night. We now have a new roof, siding, gutters, deck work and some window repairs. I should probably add that am certainly thankful for insurance too. But can you imagine the damage that would have occurred if our house didn't have a roof? I might not have my family.
I love our house. Even though they put the wrong color roof on, I still think it's pretty.
And in a related story, I would like to invent something called "shingle paint" for those times you have your roof replaced and they put on gray shingles (when your roof was black) but you don't notice until it's finished because you've been coming home after dark every night to avoid the noise. With shingle paint, you turn that thousands-of-dollars mistake into a tens-of-dollars mistake. Great idea, huh?
I love how we have an open floor plan (except for when I can't reach the broom up high enough to sweep down the cobwebs) and lots of windows. I love the deck that allows us a comfortable spot to hang out with friends or grill-out during warmer months. I love that we have a wood burning fireplace instead of just gas. And although I cannot stand, loathe actually, the oh-so-steep driveway, I really love how we are right in the middle of the cul-de-sac and up high enough that we have an amazing view of the Smokies on a clear day.
I especially love how our house is a home- it's the only place Kenzie has ever known. So much has happened in the almost 6 years we have lived in it. And while there are definitely improvements we want/need to make (like cut down the crazy huge cypress tree that only stood a foot and a half tall when we moved in, but is now an eyesore), I really don't ever plan to move. Because I love it and it's our home.
December 2005
2 months ago. Stupid tree.
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