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My parents still live in there, and I lived there since I was born, until I moved away together with hubby-to-be.
The house was very different at first. My grandparents lived downstairs, our family upstairs very tight. When grandma died, the house then was owned by my parents and was renovated, we needed to build extra rooms for grandpa, me and my brothers, as we were growing up, so it changed a lot - almost 30 years ago, when I was a teenager. Now when there are only my parents living, it's too big for them. There's a lot of unnecessary stuff they wouldn't need and lots of work in the yard.
Last year we renovated the kitchen for them, but there would be a lot more to do. I was never really pleased how the house and yard changed, the renovations never were completely finished either, so it was like living in something half done, although mom always kept it tidy. I still look at the house like I was planning redoing the renovation.
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