Yesterday I was feeling a little bit like I had betrayed our old home. Like somehow I was telling it it’s not good enough for us. I actually felt a little guilty. I realize this is crazy but I adore this house and want desperately to do right by it.
Today, I almost feel like our house said, “It’s OK. Go for it.” Either that or it was saying, “You jerk … look at this history you’re destroying.” Let’s go with the first one so I can sleep tonight.
They removed all the insulation and drywall so we’re down to studs. On an angled part of the ceiling, this is what we found (I rotated it so you can see it better):