We Begin Upstairs

So at the end of September we were in the position to start the demolition of the upstairs portion of the house.  Taking apart downstairs didn't bother me at all.  It was smelly and dirty and I had not spent much time down there since my Mum passed away ten years ago.  Upstairs was a different story.  It was where I spent time with Dad and where I grew up.  I was anticipating a truly visceral reaction when I walked into the newly demolished home.  Honestly it was not as bad as I thought.  It was strange and a bit uncomfortable but not devastating.  I have to say I was grateful.

Here are some photos of the first round of demo upstairs.