It has loads of character and I find that I like it much more during the warmer months. From the stained glass windows to the thick doorways and baseboards, there are many things to like about our house. But today, I'm going to focus on the quirks, for comedic relief of course.
The driveway was obviously built for a horse and carriage and has no ability to accomodate a van or SUV. But we try to make it fit anyway.
(Thankfully we are going to do something about this soon - only took us ~5 years)
None of the doors really shut and none of them have locks. You have to push really hard or slam them to get them to shut. Our children are certainly not learning not to slam doors.
The water from the washing machine shoots out from a pipe on the floor into an open drain in the basement. Scared the bee-jeezus out of me the first time I saw it. Now it's just part of daily life.
If you open the door to the upstairs bathroom when someone is taking a shower, the smoke alarm goes off. The lady telling us to EVACUATE has worn out her welcome.
Speaking of showers, don't even try to run any other faucet in the house while someone is taking a shower. Trickle, trickle, trickle. Good thing is you know for certain when someone left the garden hose on.
Need a history on electrical & phone line wiring from 1918 - present? Just visit our basement and look up.
It goes without saying that the people that built this house obviously didn't need lots of closet space. Or electrical outlets:)
And last but not least, and this is not really because the house is old, but the cat's box and food are in the basement. The people that lived here before us had a cat too. They cut a hole in Lila's closet wall so their cat could get downstairs when the basement door was shut. Pretty genius. They had a sign on the hole that said "Will fill in" when we looked at the house, so we wrote it in our contract that they couldn't fill it in. It's really common place to us, but visitors think it is hilarious. Guess we'll have to fill that in when we decide to leave our old house.
And when that day comes, I know I'll be sad.
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