Jared and I (and by that I mean, Jared only) remodeled both of our previous houses. It sucks major balls to live through months and months of remodeling mess, but it's cool to pick out exactly what you want and make your husband build it.
Our Utah house is not a rotting heap of 1960's vomit, so I feel a little weird about living here. It sort of creeps me out that I have a working oven (not that I use it), a garage, and baseboards.
Every time I flush a tampon down the toilet, I have an instant freak out until I remember that we don't have a septic tank.
I feel like I stole something since I moved into a decent house. Like I don't deserve it unless it's nasty and I pay my dues of living in filth, years of remodeling, and spending tons of money on materials.
But don't worry, I'll cope.... in a nice house...
While remodeling our Ohio house we found copious amounts of porn circa the 1960-70's, but this is not the type of house porn I'm referring too.
BTW, I knew it was was 1960-70's porn because pubes.
I'm talking about real estate porn.
It doesn't make financial sense to remodel the Utah house, so I have to cheat on it and fuel my desires online.
I'm so ashamed that I wait until Husband goes to bed, then I sneak on the computer.
Sometimes I'm brazen enough to look at it right next to him.
If I want to mix things up, I explore different housing styles.
I could look at it all day. I need to stop.
It's controlling my life.
I wonder if LDS family services facilitates support groups for house porn addiction?
