What we walk into
The Manassas house you've owned for fifteen or eighteen years is one of two starting shapes. A 1980s colonial in Wellington or Signal Hill with a closed kitchen and a peninsula that seats two. Or a 1990s or early-2000s builder-grade single-family in Blooms Mill or Westchester with a semi-open plan but particleboard cabinet boxes failing structurally. What you painted last time to buy some time isn't buying any more time. The rest of the house has been quietly aging next to whatever the last refresh touched.






