Birdville was pretty and sweet, but I couldn't find the fourth bedroom. It was either the sunroom or the living room. Sometimes I wonder about people trying to sell houses. Four bedrooms needs to mean four bedrooms. This house had a lot of good things, a huge garden space, a small barn, even a doghouse, and a rambling bed of peonies, but it also had a lot of fake wood flooring and a kitchen smaller than the one we have. Sometimes I think people do bad things to beautiful old houses in an attempt to restore them for the least amount of money.
I have to just keep believing that I'll recognize my house when I find it. Maybe it has 220 power, maybe not.
Sunday, May 23, 2010
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