In 2023, my husband and I packed up our shoebox-sized apartment, said goodbye to our fast-paced Manhattan lifestyle, and headed to our new, adorable coastal Connecticut suburb. We purchased a fixer-upper and embraced it.
Our house was built in the ’80s and came complete with linoleum kitchen floors, a compartmentalized dining and living space, and a dark-brown wooden back deck that had creaky steps.
Vision became our newest best friend, so we rolled up our sleeves and looked at each task as an exciting opportunity to make the house entirely our own.
Multiple renovation projects — and three years — later, the inside was just about done, and it…
