I moved my few possessions into a new house the first of the month.
It's a pretty special little house. The grandfather of my landlady built it from a kit, back in the 1920s. If you don't know about the Sears kit houses, or if you want to find out more, feel free to dig around in the links below.
Being that it was built in the 20s from a kit, it's a gorgeous little bungalow - and yes, it's even green! The porch is deep and has a swing, too. The floors are original hardwood, the walls are board and molding. Everything is kind of old and worn and comfortable and a bit off kilter. There are no closets, only one sink, and an electric stove. It's a manual-work kind of house. I don't think I could love it any more.
I hear the train roll by on the regular, and I can walk to all the goodness downtown has to offer. I expect I will be fixing up furniture and things until spring, and I hope I'm here long enough for friends and family to visit. It's that kind of place. My kind of place.