And I won't even go into how thoroughly we occupy the barn. Let's just say: don't go in there.
|This is not the actual house...|
Plus, after researching and watching and praying for a while, we found a house only ten minutes away, with five bedrooms, a bazillion outbuildings, on fifteen irrigated acres, with lots of big shade trees, next to an orchard and winery -- for literally half the rental price.
So, we're moving. How could we not?
We have a month to move less than ten minutes away, so it's going to be
But, it's all good. The landlady has given us free reign to do whatever we like with the house, short of tearing down walls -- and I've already got a notebook full of ideas and paint chips. Call me a glutton for punishment, but I'm actually looking forward to rolling up my sleeves and getting to work. The old girl (the house, not the landlady!) is 109 years old and is less conventional and certainly less convenient than the house we're in now -- and it's old and drafty and somewhat awkward. But it has lots of character.
We should fit right in.
I hope you'll join in on the fun of the makeover and move in. I'll be needing a cheering section! And it should be interesting. The Christmas decorations get packed this weekend, and the "slow, organized move" begins right after that. I'll keep ya posted!