Isn't it cute? It looks small, but it was actually HUGE on the inside -- over 2000 square feet. Three floors.
This is the backyard. I put in the perennial garden by the garage and a vegetable garden (which you can't see but was to the left behind the garage. Also not seen: two other big ass trees and tons of dog poop.
When I bought my first house I was filled with glee -- I ran through the house touching every door, exploring every nook and cranny. I was so excited.
It took my 8 months to sell it. I was mad.
When I bought my current house, I signed the papers, and there was truly no glee. Was it the post-car accident painkillers? The rats? The amazement that I was entering into buying a house three times (3 times?!) the price of my Michigan house? The fear?
We closed -- I walked into the house for the first time and there was no skipping, no laughing, no joy. I thought -- how am I going to get rid of the rats?
I don't feel as emotionally attached to this house as I did to my first one. Maybe it's because I've only lived here a few months. Maybe it's because I haven't been able to work on my house / yard as much as I'd like because my arm don't work right. Maybe it's because it's freaking cold and all I want to do is sit on the couch?
I don't know. I love my house, but something's off -- I still don't feel like I live here. You know what I mean?
I think I may have loved my first house more (shh, don't tell it, and do NOT let the furnace know. It's been on strike too many times this winter already).
Hope you are well on this lovely (and rainy and cold) Saturday afternoon.
Tra la la.
the single gal
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