From the start, when I became single again, I knew I would be selling the house and moving back from which I came. It was clear and elementary. I would leave one dream home for another. This one was conceived and evolved from the rubble of its predecessor. It took both of us to make it what it is – our own. The next would be a solo effort and not a new build.
The two of us had often mused about buying a fixer-upper in my old neighborhood. How fun it would be using found objects, salvaged discards and turning a “could-be-tear-down” into a jewel. That started me on a fantasy search for the dream canvas: good bones, good location. I never likes split levels…well, since the 60’s, I never liked split levels. But there was one that caught my eye. It had unique qualities. We both, in fact, loved the lines of that house. From the start, when I became single again, I knew that would be the one. Right now I’ve let go of that idea.
Funny, how dreams in general evolve. Wants, needs – life – come to play in the light of reality. I found myself binging on HDTV. I was reminded that anything is possible. I’ve always been able to see potential in a chicken coop. I love the idea of DIY with my own ideas and style. I have hope and faith that the perfect house will become available when I am ready for it. Just as I met my dream man once we were ready for each other. April has always been a good month for me….
