It started with a door.
When we first walked through our house, Ben proclaimed the black basement door had to go. I didn't disagree. It was no surprise when he wanted to tackle that project quickly, but as we've learned, one home improvement project often unleashes four more and repainting the basement door meant repainting the whole hallway.
So, we started with all the doors.
Six of them came off their hinges and hauled down to the basement for paint prep. Along with them went their associated hardware; knobs, hinges and screws which varied in color from chrome to gold to half spray painted white and desperately needed some consistency.
We primed and primed and primed that black door and sprayed and sprayed and sprayed every last piece of hardware. I was just about to give our bedroom door its first coat of fresh paint when something caught my eye—scrawled across the bottom in faded black Sharpie: “Pete and Jan’s bedroom”.
Their life in this home likely started by marking that door.
Seeing Pete and Jan's ownership in ink makes me wonder about their memories in this house and what ours will be. We've already made a few, mostly involving late night painting parties, a 90's pop Pandora station streaming and someone's hilarious little dance to "Genie In a Bottle".
Several hours later and a few repeats of songs on our Pandora station later, we were almost done. It’s amazing what paint can do; the hallway feels clean, new, us. As we prepped to put the doors back on, Ben took a second to mark the bottom of our bedroom door with our initials. And just like it might have for Pete and Jan, in that moment our house suddenly became ours.
All starting with a door.
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