For over ten years I have loved this old house. We've made many changes over time, replacing most of the windows, adding skylights and a new roof, an entire bathroom (including claw foot tub) and the grand front porch. We've stripped the beautiful moulding, re-finished wooden floors, re-tiled the fireplace and re-painted every white wall that was here the day we moved in. In return, she's been quite good to us, considering she's over a hundred years old.
We had talked about selling her for years. She's too big for us really. We're a family of three with one renter in the basement. We'd like less house and more yard; more room for Naiya to play and RUN. We'd like to be in a more neighborhood-y neighborhood. A quiet street maybe or, in our wilder dreams, on a tiny farm. So, we decided to take the plunge. We put her up for sale.
She was snatched up in three days.
At the moment, we're not sure where we'll end up. And so the adventure begins...
Farewell, old house. We're going to miss you...
Our basement apartment has helped us to afford our mortgage over the past decade and held close some dear friends.
Our back yard went through a number of incarnations over the years. It began as a rectangle of cement, weeds and chain link fence. Bits at a time we added raised beds, a play house, espaliar apple and pear trees, blueberry bushes, a pond (that came and went) and for three years hosted a small flock of hens. In the end, it was a delightful lush getaway with a crazy volunteer squash taking over a big chunk of lawn and all of a small raised bed...
Bye, bye garden. So long dear house. May you last one hundred more...