Fascinating aspect about living in a village.
You see, a lot of people here are still living in the self-same houses that their grandparents lived in, and their grandparents before them. This leads to a rather different attitude to real estate.
The idea to renovating with an eye to resale value is simply bizarre. Indeed we have been, lightly, ridiculed for the idea of considering this. Upon mentioning the possibility that we might someday sell the house people have done double-takes; they have looked at us with stunned expressions and mentioned that our kids and grandkids would most certainly like to live there. They have looked at us and said that doing one construction idea over another would be a good idea for when our kids are living there with their kids. They have let fly spontaneous loud and scornful snorts and guffaws. They have looked hurt. We have, largely stopped mentioning this possibility.
We have discovered something of a cultural gap.
I have personally moved over 25 times, I think, and lived in 4 different countries, albeit for short periods in some of them. The longest I have ever lived in one place, I believe, is around 10 years.
Cultural gap indeed.