Thursday, March 17, 2011
I saw the house today for the first time, when we went to meet the realtor, put down our 'earnest' money, and sign the paperwork.
It has a portico at the side door and you step into a entrance way. The staircase is to your left. If you go straight back you find a remodeled bathroom, a huge room with a beautiful clawfoot tub. There is one bedroom on the first floor, right next to the bathroom. The kitchen is a large eat in kitchen with Corrian counter tops. It is to the left as you stand in the entrance way. To your right is a set of french doors which lead into a livingroom. If you open the french doors on the other side, there is a small library with a fireplace and glass fronted book cases. There is also a small room with a ceramic tile floor that would be an awfully nice room for exercise equipment. Except for the kitchen, the downstairs is hardwood floor which we will refinish. Upstairs there are three more bedrooms, plus a large room with (believe it or not) a little kitchenette. It would make a nice office/study. It is bright and you could make yourself a cup of tea or coffee while you study. It would be nice to have a small dorm refrigerator there. There is also a large bathroom (also remodeled) on the second floor. On the third floor there are two more bedrooms. Interestingly enough, the place has all sorts of interesting nooks and cubbies and tiny little rooms that are too big for closets but too small for bedrooms. The second and third floors are carpeted in berber carpet.
It is very dirty.
As Tim and the realtor talked downstairs, I roamed through this house and I was delighted. I could see us in this house. I could see our things in this house. I was thrilled with this house. I came downstairs and Tim said, "So what do you think?" He was afraid that I'd be turned off by all the dirt. I looked at him and said, "I love this. I really love this house." And he was pleased.
We've never had a house that was just ours. We moved into his house. He put a second floor on it, and it was nice, but really, it was not 'my' house. We were happy here, though. But this new house? It is ours. Truly ours. I looked at the old apple trees along the back of the lot, past what was a carriage house, and later became a garage. There a big old trees in the back yard.
This house is magic. I'm so excited about this, I cannot tell you.