Most people wouldn't choose this particular house. It has a flat roof except for the vaulted ceiling part which is what Miles calls the half triangle shape.
This house has it's very own personal style that doesn't really fit with the trends of the time. Kind of like our family.
When we were looking for a house, it was the first one that we saw. After that we saw house after house after house and couldn't stop thinking about this one, "the funky house," as our realtor consistently called it. The day we told her it was the one we wanted, her face lit up and she said she knew it would take just the right people to appreciate this house.
It's true. During an open house, I watched the other house hunters look around not seeing it with their totally groovy contemporary modern goggles on like I was. We have loved and had a vision for this house since we first met it, and I'm so glad it's now ours.
Sure, there's a bit of a musty smell, and when we got here we found out that the dryer doesn't work. Then Ryan tried to change out a shower head and found out that the valve was so old and unused it started leaking. Into the basement. And maybe the water tastes weird to us and it takes until January 5th for someone to come and hook up our internet and cable. But the thing is, we're fine with all of that because we're home.
We're really home.
There is something about this house that is so good, so peaceful, we're content with simply slowly working on the glitches and updates over time (and of course I'll share pictures here).
In the meantime we get to love the way the house fills with light in the mornings through all the big windows. Then the boys run from one end of the house to the other in their jammies and I get to watch and see how they look so small with so much open space. I get to love how this house isn't big, it's just open and bright.
It's just perfect in all of it's imperfection.
I don't know if I would be noticing all of this so much if the technician was able to hook us up before January 5th. Sure, it's humorous that as we head into the year 2010 we have no cable or internet and have to leave home for those things, but a part of me is really glad that we're starting out this way. Media-less. Unplugged. We're without extra sound and void of entertainment of the screen variety. It's teaching me that I don't need the rapid-fire banter of Twitter or a constant check on my email as much as I thought I did. I unpack in the quiet and spend many more moments really looking at my boys, and that feels so good.
Lastly, I must add something of extreme importance...
...this house has a clothes chute. A clothes chute, people. And a dishwasher that actually washes the dishes without them being scrubbed first and then it completely dries them.
So it's a new year in our new funky house with outdated fixtures and faded wood floors. And maybe we have so much unpacking yet to do that we can't find a whole lot of things we need in the moving mess. But we're here and this place is ours and we love it, all of us.
This is the very best start to a new decade, if you ask me.
Happy New Year, my friends.