a feeling of safety…

have you ever gone somewhere- a new place- and yet it was familiar? something in you felt at peace there and refreshed?  I had that happen this week.

As i told you a few posts ago, i changed my life. i left everything – place, people and possessions- and started new.  I have been living in an apartment til i figure out my next move.  Its a nice place, safe, well maintained, older building with a solid feeling to it.  I have a balcony.

And this earth mother hippie type needs ground under her feet…and space.  So i started looking for a house. Studying craigslist, reading real estate websites, watching classifieds.  Here is what I know about what I am looking for:

  • I love old Victorian houses…with the woodwork, and the original touches, glass, and nooks & crannies.
  • I need sunshine, bright sunny spaces.
  • I crave an open eat-in kitchen
  • I don’t like neighbors- i’m not rude or anything, just want outdoor open space with no one observing me
  • I want a space for my potter’s wheel, and everything that goes with it.

So when i saw an ad for a house outside of town, reasonably priced, i went to see.  The space…oh, the space.  I almost felt my shoulders loosen when I stepped out of the car.  The trees, and the shade…the garden space, and the old bicycle sitting by the kennel.  The house wasn’t an old house…built in the 70s- so one strike there.  I looked in the windows…ugh.  Strikes 2,3 and even 4… Trashed doesn’t even begin to describe the inside of this place…destroyed…very bad.  It was a beautiful space at one time, nice lines, but wow…the work of reclaiming it would be insane…I walked to the center of the yard and closed my eyes and adored the space.  I walked around one more time in the yard and went home.

I can’t get it out of my head.

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