For it might just come true! I mean this in the most awe-inspiring, miracles-do-happen and dreams-can-come-true kinda way.
But it nearly didn’t happen…I was almost too scared to take the leap and say “yes” for fear of what may (or may not) come. Oh so glad I did make the call late in 2013.
(more on this next time)
Because as it turns out, listening to that little voice inside me, saying yes and committing to the move has been the best decision I’ve made in a long time.
Fast forward to this week, and I’m moving house. And not just any old house…but into a 90-yr old farmhouse.
My dream farmhouse.
Yes, it’s currently covered in several layers on dust, mice droppings and flies, but this house is alive.
Oh, the stories she could tell!
I can’t quite begin to explain the feeling I get driving in the driveway, up to my house….and there she sits, a little withered by the harshness of summer but no less impressive in her old age.
I love the wonky floor in the kitchen, sloping away towards the sink. The pot-belly stove tucked away with a peak-a-boo window behind.
I love padding down the long hallway from the kitchen to my bedroom, noticing the squeaks and gaps in floor boards as they yield under foot after all these years.
I love the five – FIVE! – fireplaces, the antique door handles and screen doors that don’t quite close properly. The lounge room, large enough and grand enough to hold a gala ball.
Then there’s a study attached to my bedroom, with built-in book cases and just waiting for a desk to sit under the broad window. Complete with a view across the valley that will certainly prove a lovely distraction from any future work to be done.
There’s the bathroom….ah, maybe you’d call this look “rustic”?
I love it.
(minus the cobwebs)
I love the pantry. Did I mention the walk-in pantry? Complete with blackboard for list-making and drawing.
And the cellar down below, waiting to be swept out and filled with wine, cheese, preserves and root vegetables.
But the fun’s only just started. Now I must spend a few days sweeping and cleaning and polishing her up. There’s a few things to fix, a few to find, and some big ticket items to buy. There’s a garden to grow, a verandah to sit on and more dreams to realise.
Then I can begin to make this house in the country a home.