I never had wood floors growing up. In Florida, wall to wall carpet, tile, and linoleum reigned supreme. Yet I always knew wood floors were “fancy” and “nice”. I’ll attribute that to being susceptible to advertising and a love of bowling alleys. The first home I rented with wood floors was an early 1900’s bungalow in Central Florida. Those floors had seen better days. They soaked up liquids and dirt which made them both impossible to clean and never dirty. It was kind of like walking on a dirty sponge. But still, wood floors. My priorities were questionable at best. Later I realized the place had no AC and the ceiling ending up caving in on me. But what can I say, love makes you do crazy things.
Since moving to New York it’s been a lot easier to satisfy my hardwood fetish. When looking for places to buy everything had wood in various states of condition and newness. We saw engineered cherry wood floor, bamboo, parquet floors, and lots of floors that had been suffocated by layers of amber polyurethane. Our place had two types of flooring, thin strips of oak and linoleum. Delicious. We didn’t know what was under the linoleum, but we were hopeful. As all first time home owners are.