My husband and I bought our house in 1989. On the day we closed, the house was 164 years old.
That’s right, our home was built in 1825. If these horsehair plaster walls could talk, what rich stories they could tell.
When we first saw the house, my husband Phil wasn’t convinced it was right for us. Old houses look charming from the outside, but on the inside, they hold a lot of surprises – and challenges.
Phil knew that as soon as we walked through the house. But all I saw were the possibilities.
Thirty-three years later, that house is still our home. I’ve learned a lot about buying an old house, though, including that this option isn’t for everyone – certainly not for the faint of heart.
I’ll tell you what I’ve discovered about owning an older house so you know what to expect if you take a similar journey. READ MORE