They started demolition yesterday. I swung by the house on the way home and boy was I surprised. First of all, it was terribly emotional. I felt like crying as I walked around. The room that I built for my son is gone. As much as that house drove me nuts with it’s unusal layout, poorly placed windows and cabinets, cheap windows, bizarre electrical system and outdated plumbing, I was much more emotionally attached than I thought. It was rough to see it yanked apart.
I’ve heard that it was pulled apart a bit more today. More pictures this weekend.