Friday, March 10, 2006
This past Christmas I closed on a charming cottage in the heart of West Ghent. I wasn't looking for a house, but if I were, this would have been all that I hoped for. I realized how kind the Lord was to give me this gift I hadn't even thought to ask for.
Built in 1928 with a rather large yard and an enormous oak tree towering over the house, it has already required more work than my first house of which I was the original owner (no repairs) and paid a condo fee (no maintenance). I am, however, thoroughly enjoying it. I'm enjoying trimming the hedges, picking up leaves, pruning the landscaping, weeding the garden, tightening the glass door knobs, hanging the curtain rods, installing the front porch light, picking up leaves (yes, more leaves). It's all so satisfying. And surprisingly easy to be honest. I borrowed a drill from my fellow home owner friend Rebekah and while sharing with her all the great things I've done around the house with it, she excitedly shared my amazement and said "I don't know why boys are so proud of themselves". haha. Really though, I JUST installed a light fixture. We're talking electrical tape, wire cutters, + wire, ground wire, etc. And, 15 minutes later: Let there be light.
I'm also enjoying the opportunities the house has afforded to entertain guests & to be a haven for friends needing a moment away. The neighborhood is peaceful and inhabitants shockingly friendly. Even the trains that daily creep by are relaxing to me. Though not relaxing to all- my friend Kelsey who was visiting from California dreamed of earthquakes the entire first night she stayed over. :-)
I'll leave you with a few shots of my just-beginning-to-bloom yard. Compliments of prior owner.