The thought that the new owners will come in and rip out our bathroom breaks my heart. The bathroom is the one room we've done the most work to. We completely gutted it 5 years ago, rebuilt it by hand from the studs, and I love it. I even laid my first ceramic tile floor in that bathroom.
It's the first project we tackled together and it's 100% OURS.
We took a hideous 1950s Italian bathroom (with gold fixtures, yellow walls, flamingos painted on the shower doors and gold marbled shell shaped sink) from this:
Dave mentioned something the other night that I had almost forgotten. When we remodeled the bathroom in 2005 we put a time capsule in the wall behind the new drywall for someone to find in generations to come. In a small container we placed coins from 2005, photos, a note with our story, and some other trinkets of the time.
Together with a newspaper from March 19th of that year, we lovingly boarded it up behind the drywall of our new bathroom with visions of someone in a far away time uncovering our history. Little did we know at the time that it might be discovered just a few years later.
The thought seriously pains me. All that hard work, all the investment, all that time, and effort, and love. Gone. They'll rip out our new bathtub that we picked out specifically big enough for two (much smaller, pre-kids people) to bathe in. They'll get rid of our beautiful cherry vanity and mirror that we (literally!) bought before we were even planning to remodel and built the entire design of the bathroom around. All the little things we loved about this house the new owners may throw aside without a second thought.
I have flashbacks of this when it comes to having to say goodbye to this house. For all the good reasons why we're leaving, it sure won't be easy. I'm just sayin'....