My house is dusty.
Good dust, though. The kind that smells like lumber, sawdust and sheetrock.
Our house was built in the early 80's when it was fashionable to have superfluous walls, but we're not fans of superfluous walls, so said walls are now in a dumpster outside.
Brian, our fantastic contractor who I cannot say enough good things about, let Owen take the first swing.
And so it begins, my friends. There is no going back now!