After my sister and I both graduated college and moved away for good, my parents sold the house we’d grown up in and bought a smaller house on a hill in RPV. Then they moved into an apartment, temporarily, while my father “remodeled”* the modest home into a huge mansion. (As my sister says, you could hide immigrant families under the giant island counter in the kitchen. And as DeeAnn says, you could hide bodies inside that Sub-Zero refrigerator.) They have a koi pond and a beautiful view out their back window, and we always enjoy visiting when we get the chance.
* Apparently, if you leave just one wall standing of the original structure, you don’t need the more expensive type of building permit.