She woke each morning with a glow of hope,
not because a new dream had been born,
but knowing the one she carried
inside her heart would last.
-Jodi Hills, An Imperfect Life
I've had a secret, but now I'm telling you: I found a house. But not just any house. The house. I think I've found the house.
She reminds me of Freeman House- heavy wood floors, thick window panes, awkward rooms, soaring ceilings. But unlike Freeman House, someone hasn't abandoned her. In 2013, a nurse took pity on this house and gave her new electrics, a new roof, and a good leveling. What she hasn't had the time or inclination to do is give this old beauty her life back.
Late in the afternoon on Easter Sunday, as it rained, we met the realtor and signed a contract. Are you sure? he asked, searching my face.
Absolutely, I answered. I've waited for this day.
Well, he replied, We should know by Wednesday.
Wednesday is tomorrow. Tomorrow is my birthday. Josh looked at me and I looked at him and we both smiled.
So tomorrow, my birthday, is the day we hope to hear if we got Freeman House the Second.
Could y'all do this all again? We could be in for quite an adventure....
(A few things of note: like Freeman House, this house needs a major facelift, inside and out. And also like Freeman House, it sits in town on a third of an acre, with old rose bushes and ivy. Unlike Freeman House, this girl is on a corner lot, has a detached storage building/cottage, and is close enough to the ground that a donkey can't get stuck underneath it. Win!)