My House

I’ve often wondered why I love my house. I love everything about it.

I’ve knocked down walls, stripped it’s ceilings

I even pulled a 12 hour shift plastering the walls in it’s bathroom

Myself and hubby, laid all the wooden floors in the very few months we moved in

Every time I come through the door and go through to the kitchen, I remember us working together paving our hallway with love. Yes they’ve been arguments about how I sized it wrong.

But the good thing is we can see past all the rows. He trusts me with our financial figures because after a day at work running that thankfully busy accounts department, I understand that dealing with money, is the last thing he wants to do. Lucky for him I love playing with figures. Not to make more but to know we are doing ok. We know we have enough for what we need and if we decide we like something more we talk about it and agree.

Having that trust is so important.

But going back to my house and why I love living here, is when I stand in front of my sink to wash up and look out the window facing that main road, I see myself as that 19 year old walking past and looking up on the hill, Wishing away in her head, I wish that I could live there. And knowing that I made my wish come true, Now that makes me feel successful.

This is the latest Project that Hubby and I completed yesterday. I wonder how many more in the world have a retro dishwasher/Fridge cupboard?