Wednesday, November 17, 2010
a house that heals
the auburn and rust colored leaves fall to the ground as the wind picks up. the sun slowly peaks it's beautiful yellow rays out from behind the gray clouds to remind us that it's still there. but we know, winter is coming.
we moved into this little house in a hurry. the creaky, distressed, old oak floor and fireplace lured us in. but, will we be able to make this house a home? right away i saw us in this little house but it took some convincing on ryan's behalf. eventually he gave in and we never looked back.
deceptively misleading from the large front yard outside, this hobbit-looking house opens up nicely on the inside. two bedrooms, one bath, a vast living room that opens into a dining area, a much smaller kitchen than we'd prefer, but we'll manage. lots of space for the pets to run and play. not to mention, spending ample time on the back deck and small fenced in back yard. a real treasure, tucked away between two other houses.
the 92 year old sweetheart living next door tells me that it's the oldest house on the street. but exactly how old i wonder? doing a little detective work, i find out that the house was built in 1935. that explains why when you stand in one corner of the living room you are taller than when you stand in another corner. with a little love, some paint and a lot of elbow grease this house was made into a home in 2 weeks flat.
** this was written in my journal. i will share with you more adventures of this little house again.**
image credit me - photo taken shortly after we moved in