Of Mice and Mold | A Maine House Gets Gutted: 2012

Welcome to the first post narrating our family adventure - the BIG MOVE to Maine. Here's the set up - we had been dreaming of relocating from Worcester to Maine for several years. The timing was always wrong but then, instantly, we added water and BAM, the timing was right. The house ~~of our dreams~~ that we really liked with the barn we've always wanted for the recording studio was available and we snatched it up for a song. Well, more like a pint (not of beer, silly. In this case it's just a general measure. Stop thinking about beer.) It was a short sale so we were happy it only took 6 months to secure the deal (snicker, snort, happy its was only...bwaahaaahaahaahaa).

The pint turned into a quart when we discovered the mold was extensive enough to require some gutting. The quart turned into a gallon when the house had to have all walls, ceilings and floors removed (except for the living room). And now, at the time of writing, the gallon has gone beyond a peck as we have learned there is rot and shot sills and missing beams.

This blog is our chance to chronicle the removal of mice and mold. The discovery of artifacts from the 1800s. The thoughts going through our heads when we found floors over floors over floors. We did not expect to be in this situation but now that we are we're going to make the best of it and share it all with you.

Here's who we are:

Balcony Guy, the man of the house who moves big things and rides bikes and fixes and builds and commutes to the office one day a week. He also does laundry. And makes some killer pizza.

Balcony Gal. I have nothing more to say about me at this time.

Balcony Princess turned 8 after we moved. She's not a princess like she was when she was little and I started writing a blog. She's now a book loving, rock star dreaming, world peace wanting kind of kid. She's looking forward to posting here as well.

Balcony Baby is no longer a baby. She's 6 going on 16. She has huge ideas about things like mirrors and everything that would make her happy. And she makes us laugh all the time.

The names come from the days when we had Celtics season tickets in the balcony. I may rework them a bit but for now they stick.

Now for the pictures of the house we bought. These represent what it looked like when we took possession.