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House Love

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I have lived in my home for six and a half years, and I love it more everyday.  Oh, I love to spend time with my family in Wisconsin, to travel abroad, to make weekend visits to the Lake and to spend time with other friends scattered nearby.  But I really love being home.

I found my house when I didn’t even know I was looking for it.  My nephew, who was then eleven and is now about to begin his freshman year at UNC-Chapel Hill, and I were taking a walk about their neighborhood.  I suggested we walk around to the street behind his home.  We took the long way, and this is what we saw:

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It was a God moment.  I stopped.  My nephew, rule follower that he is, stood in the driveway.  I, on the other hand, looked in every window that I could reach.  Then I looked again.  We, it took the two of us because I am terrible with numbers, memorized the phone number on the For Sale sign.  We went back to my brother’s house, where I phoned and made an appointment to see the house the very next day.  I went back eight more times until I finally made an offer.

In 2011, things were complicated in the Real Estate market.  Banks weren’t giving mortgage loans readily, and people weren’t buying homes like they had been during the “bubble.”  My house had been empty for a year.  The owner had done some updating, decorating as painting is called, and he was getting eager, or more like anxious.  It is a small house with only two bedrooms and one bath, so it was waiting for the one person who would fall in love with it.  I was approved for a mortgage; my offer was accepted after some back-and-forth, and hoo-boy!  The pieces of my puzzle were falling into place, and God was at my side.

I moved in the day after Easter, and for the first week, I sat in the dark during the evenings.  I didn’t have blinds, shades, or curtains, and I was living alone for the very first time in my entire 62 years of life.  Let that sink in, will you?

Of course, things gradually changed.  I threw myself into making my little house my home.   Every year, since, I have done something to improve my home…a flagstone path in front, a new deck on the back, a garbage disposal installed, new blinds, guttering updates, new storm doors, and a fresh new color on all the exterior doors.  I’ve cozied up the inside, too.  All those wonderful trips with Mom and my sisters and friends to thrift shops and auctions have helped me find items with which to decorate.

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My house love has deepened more and more.

Sometimes I call my place ‘The Hokey Pokey Clinic,’ where I turned myself around, or ‘The Hive,’ where I learned ‘to BE.’

Mostly, I call it HOME.

 

 

 

 

 

 

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My own little patch of paradise…

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I sat out on my deck in the early morning darkness, with my kitten on my lap, and watched the day begin to come.   I love that.  It is still, at first.  Then the birds begin to twerp, first one, and then an answer, and before you know it, there’s a small concert.

I have been home from my folks’ for a month, now.  The day my sisters delivered me back, we all walked around the yard and looked at my plantings.  Most everything survived, as it was a very rainy spring.  I missed my Hollyhocks blooming, but there were some remnants…white, pink, and the deep dark reds that we all love.  My hydrangea was in the full glory of her big blue clusters.  It was good to be home.

I have been “nesting” ever since.  I painted some furniture.  I assessed the work needing to be done to turn my tiny, tiny building out back into my crafts studio.  I moved furniture around, and then moved it back again.  I placed my Wisconsin-found treasures around, and re-placed them, and placed them again.  Then I ordered and installed, all by my own self, the new blinds that open up my tiny home, and make it brighter than ever.  Best of all, I carved out a new flower bed behind the studio-to-be, for a shade garden.

So, when I watched the daylight creep in, I let contentment settle over me.  I am grateful every single day for what I have, what I am able to do, and all those in my life who have nudged, pushed, and pulled me to this new place of my heart.