The house may not be historic, but the land sure is!
I’m participating in a couple of online studies/challenges right now. Since conference are few and far between this year, I figured I’d try some virtual inspiration on for size. My hope for each is to grow my writing/speaking/teaching platform. Because my BIG dream is to be self-supporting as a writer, speaker, and teacher.
BUT, these workshops have got me digging into all sorts of dreams that I’ve had over the years. Like having a therapy dog (I’m picturing a corgi). Or living closer to my family. Or taking a train to Canada and trying out my pitiful French.
The assignment for day 17 of my 30-day challenge is to share one of my dreams on a public platform. And while I kind of just shared four of them, there’s another dream that I thought I’d share with y’all today. I want to live in a fabulous, old, historic house.
Technically, we own two houses. One was built in 1999 and the other in 1971. They both mean a lot to me. I was born into one and my husband and I have spent most of our marriage in the other. But they aren’t historic. They don’t have pocket doors or slipper tubs in the bathroom. They don’t have century-old fireplaces or hardwood floors that have witnessed generations of joy and sorrow.
So, I cruise real estate websites and dream. My favorite sites are circaoldhouses.com and oldhousedreams.com. I mostly check out the houses in Appalachia (WV, VA, TN, KY, NC, and SC) but I can be distracted by that spectacular house on Prince Edward Island or in Italy.
And that’s my dream. To live in a beautifully restored historic home where the walls themselves ooze history. And even if it never happens, well, I can always put those houses in my stories. Right? Right.
So how about you–what’s one of your lesser knowns dreams?
Make your historic house has insulation upgrades and central heating! 😉
I would like a house with a front porch that faces west and is away from noisy roads and airport noise.
Yes, my construction project manager husband is LESS enthusiastic about houses with “great old bones.” The porch is KEY!
I dream of owning an old house, too, especially old Victorians or huge old fake houses.
I walk almost daily and pray for this farm and cottage on the way, that we could somehow afford to buy it and raise kids there. The house probably isn’t that old but it’s got a quaintness to it that speaks to me. And the trees, oh the oaks in the fields around the house. Now they feel ancient. I talk to them and pray over them and hope.
I LOVE this! Yes, as much as I swoon over the big, old houses, that quaint farmhouse on a nice piece of land (not too far from civilization!) would be just perfect! If you ever do end up in that house, I want to know about . . .