The Seven Year Itch

Do you think homes, like marriages, get the 7 Year Itch? While Rebecca has been battling mites, I have had a week of fix-up repairs. One of the reasons why I wanted a new home was that I, a confessed obsessive compulsive, was weary of repairing my circa 1939 home. I could no longer deal with the phone calls and waits and missing parts that could not be found and surprise bills, the plumbing we nicknamed the “aneurysm” and a constant trickle of water from an upstairs shower that still makes me scout water stains even on hotel ceilings to this day. Now my home is 7 years old. Things are starting to need replacing. We had the plumber out this week to fix a drain, a faucet and replace the garbage disposal. I think there may be a small crack in the spa. Last week the tree lights were out but that may be due to the storm. Still I wonder: maybe it’s time to ditch this old house for a fresher, younger model…