I'm feeling nostalgic...I'm feeling home sick...I'm feeling a longing inside my heart. My grandparent's old house, out in the coutry, in my hometown...where I spent most of the first 7 years of my life...and where my mother grew up....is for sale. It never belongs to the same person for a very long period of time...and I'm not surprised. It's a very "active" house...spirits roam free and like to "interact" with the tenents...I suppose that's not everyone's cup of tea. But it's mine! That house was built to be in my family, I KNOW this! It's not expensive...it's only $104,900...but it's so far...and I don't think I could ever convince my boyfriend to move back there...in the country...but I want to so badly!! I want that house, and I want to bring it back to it's original state...paint over the ugly colors that have been put in there by obviously color-blind freaks, and plant the pretty pink flowers my grandmother used to keep along the side of the house...and re-plant all the trees that were cut down! The more I think about it, the more I want to cry, thinking it's a dream that will forever be just a dream...but there is hope! Where there's a will, there's a way, right?? What can I do, I wonder...to keep anyone else from buying it...and to keep anyone from tearing it down when it doesn't sell....I need to buy my house back!!!
This picture doesn't do it justice...I will add a better one shortly! It's nothing spectacular to look at...but it means the world to me!