What's happened to me??? HELLP!!! :))
I was just driving along, minding my own business when- I saw it.
1850's georgian colonial.
I've never been even remotely drawn to old houses. They all smell like old musty antique stores which I also dispise. (I'm sure that I'm not making friends here, but bare with me)-
Anyhoo, I've known the house was there and for some unknown reason found myself at it's front door.
No- it's not for sale. And yet, here I stand, knocking on the door. Feeling giddy as a kid on Christmas morning!
It's too long of a story but I need to share it! I simply must have this house! I was invited in and further fell in love.
Short version is that it "might" be for sale in a few years. Until then I day dream about the black and white parkay floors, long columned porches, screen doors and opposing fireplaces.
I have this conviction that I am meant to be there.
I know I'm making no sense, so much of this I'm leaving out because it's so personal and odd. I'm not a sentimental person at ALL.
But, it's a house with such a pull. It has this uncanny "happy energy". I've driven by it for no less than 30 years never realizing it was just beyond the trees...
And still, I know that with all the impossibilites that lay before me, I KNOW that one day this house will be mine. Perhaps, if only because it is my intention to have it.
Thanks for listening. -Moo