I Dare Myself to Tear Out That Wall
posted on 9 February 2012 | posted in
Construction and Industrial
I love our midwestern suburban house but I have learned that the good people of 1972, the year it was built, had completely different expectations about comfortable bedroom size. Back then they didn't have the conveniences of hook and loop fastenings and the like! The master bedroom is what I’d call an acceptable size, helped by an angled entry into the corridor and a sliding-glass door to the garden. But bedrooms two and three, adjacent to each other, are both truly tiny. Naturally it’s occurred to me to knock out the wall between them. Well, more than that, really. I have it all worked out, actually, accounting for the closet space (we wouldn’t lose any), the load-bearing supports (none), the difference in property value between a two-bedroom and three-bedroom house (we’re willing to make the sacrifice for the sake of livability), down to a fairly exact budget and even paint color after the wall comes out. But something is holding me back. A little voice tells me this is a Big Deal. In the back of my mind, something worries me about tearing out that wall. Isn’t that funny?
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