There's no street view of the house I grew up in, which is surprising because I lived right on the main drag through town. Small suburb, though.
Here's the
little bungalow my parents, my brother, and I built from the ground up when I was a teenager. Here's a
top view, which is more exciting.
We did all the work ourselves except for the brick masonry, the HVAC, and digging the pool. We had the exterior and enough of the interior (kitchen, 2 bathrooms, and 2 bedrooms) done enough to pass inspection in 1995, and when we moved in we didn't have doors on anything but the bathrooms or drywall in some of the ancillary spaces. Nothing was painted, and most of the floors were bare. The kitchen and two bathrooms were complete, though. We finished it one room at a time over the next five years or so, and when the main house was done, we divided the 8-car garage and finished the front half as a two-bedroom, one-bathroom apartment with a small kitchenette and living area. I lived there through college and after, until I got engaged and Pedro and I bought our first house.
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