Sometimes I cave in, completely forget all reasons and follow my heart and my gut. One of those moments was when I tactfully talked my husband into buying a dilapidated little house in one of the oldest neighborhood in Galveston. Yes.. we went there a couple of times, yes.. we loved the ocean, and yes.. the house was a good deal; but what did we actually know about renovating a house that needed everything in a locale that we barely knew... The answer is almost nothing.
But my sweet husband, went with my idea (again...), and threw away his cautions and bought the house. It smelled very bad, with carpet in the bathroom and stained office tile ceiling. He spend a full 2 months away from his work and renovated the house. While I helped him with ideas and moral support from Dallas. The house has a good bone, great layout and close proximity to the ocean.
Armed with determination, big dream, small budget and tons of imaginations, we created our beach getaway. It is cozy, rustic and luxurious all roll into its 800 SF package. We carved in an extra sleeping area in the attic, added marble to aged the appearance of the house, and painted everything white inside and happy colors outside.
Now, 4 years later. Many of my friends as well as strangers have carved great memories in that house. I got calls from people who celebrated anniversary there and come back every year to repeat it. I love it.
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