The Bungalow was part of a larger, three building renovation project that also included the Detached Garage (see The Detached Garage at The Bungalow) and a rental property next to it that we call the Duplex. Although this 50 year old home had a countless list of pressing issues (some clear and obvious, but others hidden behind drywall), it had great potential. It had four bedrooms, two closets, and one bathroom. It also had a living room in the front and a large den in the back of the house (that I really believe had been originally added as an attached garage).
The property held one beautiful live oak tree in the front yard and another in the back between the house and the Detached Garage. These grand trees (and the oaks around the Duplex) created a canopy above the three structures that made it feel like you were inside even though you were outdoors. The world above my dilapidated challenges was home to families of squirrels, bluejays, cardinals, and a pair of woodpeckers.
I have renovated properties that have been officially condemned. This experience leads me to believe that The Bungalow would have qualified for the city's red tag if a code enforcer from the building department had come by for a visit. The roof leaked, there were floors collapsing in more than one room, the heating and cooling system had been replaced by window units and space heaters, and the plumbing and electric were functional, but were hodge-podged through-out and not up to code.
Along with the issues that would have made the home legally uninhabitable, there were other things that made the flow of foot traffic awkward and thrust the Bungalow into the Pig's Ear category. It was a wreck. Half the outside was painted blue and the other half was brown. There was no uniformity with the doors, windows, or the interior and exterior trim. It had two back doors, the fire place ate up too much valuable square footage in the den, and the chimney was falling away from the house in the back. There were unfinished handy-man projects inside (drywall, painting, misc. carpentry) and there was trash, debris, and left-behind belongs by previous residents everywhere.
I felt at home immediately. There was no where to go but up. I knew what to do and how to do it. All I needed was time.
The Picture Window at The Bungalow
Subdividing The Bungalow and The Duplex