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Monica Bielanko
A chronicle since 2005 of my marriage & move to Brooklyn in my twenties; becoming a mother in my thirties; moving to Pennsylvania and learning to amicably coparent after divorce in my forties while living 3 doors down from my ex-husband in a small country town.
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Wednesday
May012013

Farmhouse Facelift



We've been married for nearly nine years and yet the longest period of time we lived in one place was our first apartment together in Brooklyn. Odd considering that most people do all their moving around before kids, not after. But things work out the way they work out and since having Violet we've moved four times. Now that we've been in this house (minus six months after the fire) for nearly two years we've almost tied our Brooklyn record. And I ain't goin' anywhere for a looong time unless someone wants to purchase me a winter home in the tropics and then, okay, yes, I am packing my bags pronto.

I'm happy to say that I've finally started hanging pictures on walls which is huge for me for several reasons. I've probably spent more time pinning collages than I would actually getting off my ass and doing it in my own house but, well, you know. Secondly, something about the permanence of driving nails into freshly painted walls makes me as nervous as a Mormon girl that first night with her fella after the big temple wedding. So I have many barren stretches of wall. The walls along my stairs are especially into mocking me with their emptiness. Why are we still naaaaked? We feel so expoooosed! Cover us up already you lazy, all the time Doritos eating pig...

For all that I'm neglecting I'm also doing stuff too! Not as much as Serge who has major spurts of project productivity quite often. My spurts are more like trickles and only then under duress of an impending house guest forcing me to make shit nice. And still, stuff is getting done! The house feels homey, or is starting to, anyway. Nothing like acquiring a dining room table after years of not having one, or a dining room, for that matter, to make a person feel grown-up.

I always like to picture people in their environment, enjoy seeing photos of how people choose to live, so I figured I'd share some photos of our farmhouse and the story behind it. And who doesn't love before and after photos? The before photos are from when the previous tenants lived here and the afters were taken today.

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For the tour and the history of the house (thar be ghosts here!) you can click on over to He Said/She Said.