Last May my family and I moved into our current house. Before that we had been living in an old (built in 1850s) brick building. We had been trying to "remodel" it for several years.
Let me tell you. Remodeling is one of the hardest things in the world to do. It seems my parents argue about every little thing (not all of the time). I grow tired of hearing saws, and drills, and hammers, and living with drywall dust all over, and sawdust. I want a clean, finished, perfect house!
I have found it to be a stengthening experience though. I hear kids talk about this or that. They complain about not having good enough air conditioning, and I think, "Hey, I went through four summers in Missouri City with no air conditioning. I can practically survive anything now.
Now we are in our "new" house. We are in the process of remodeling it as well. This is a conventional house. Not like Missouri City. Things are coming along. Definitely not a fast as I would like them, though. My room is looking pretty good. We have the laundry room and the dining room pretty much done. We have a lot to do. But, little by little, things are coming together.