Me, my house and I
My relationship with my house is a roller coaster. I paid too much for it. I bought it at I time I shouldn’t have and for the wrong reasons. I had house envy and desperately needed something to call mine. The backyard has been a disaster of irrigation repairs. I hate every major appliance in it with very specific disdain for my stove, which I have just recently realized is not level. But we’ve have good days. Just in the last month, I have filled my house with such happiness that it’s gone form a place where I live to a place with life.
I have had visitors. Two of my best friends, Sherri and Jerusha, came to stay for a long weekend. The patio, which I have spent a painstaking amount of time on, the place we gravitated to repeatedly despite the 100 degree weather. My daughter is here. Our life is here. Her laugh is here.
I am finding contentment and calm in this house. Read more…
