This post is dedicated to my mother. I moved into a 2006, three-level townhouse three weeks ago. And my loving mother is dying to know all the details. (I think she has been actively holding herself back from texting me everyday about it.) Not everything is unpacked yet, so I wanted to wait—until I realized, that unpacking will never really be "done." So without further ado, Bryan Tanner, and Dan and Jason Randall present: The Martin House (pics and a video walkthrough). Livingroom from the hallway Living room from the dinning area Kitchen My Aerobed My dresser-less wardrobe Bedroom Wall My Private Bathroom My work area Our townhouse is named The Martin House for two reasons: It is named after the Martin Handcart Company, who pressed on to Utah, through the Winter, nearly killing everyone. (Fitting since we live in a development called, Pioneer .) It is also named after George R. R. Martin, who coi...
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