I talked to Matt last night for quite a while. I really hope they find something they like. Finding a house is such a challenge. I looked for about a year or so before I bought this one. Now that I am here, I realize how much there is to do on it. Sometimes it would be so much easier to rewind and not do it. There are moments when I really love this place though. When I walk into the front room and the sun is streaming in all those huge windows, or when I am lying in my hammock on the big front porch � those are the moments when I would never give this place up. Maybe if this loan works out, and I can get things fixed up it will be better.But right now, paying $400 a month for heat gets old real fast.
It is is funny how we get so attached to places. You come to expect those familar sounds and smells of your house. Especially when it is quiet, you can hear the creaking trees, the ratting of the furnace beneath you, the sound that rain makes on a tin roof, and the clicking of Blitz’s nails as she walks around the hardwood floors. Yeah, sometimes I just sit here and listen to it all.
It gets pretty quiet in a small town at night, but it’s nice, really. I sit on the front porch, and listen to the sound of the foundry, kind of a dull rumble across the lake. You can hear trains for miles here as they roar through town and then fade off into the night. Traffic is pretty much non-existant in town after ten or so, but if you listen hard enough you can hear the big rigs out on US30.
Small town living agrees with me. Everything is close by. My office is across two blocks. I can see the top of it from here. When you visit the post office or the town hall, people know you. It is a good feeling. Living on a lake is an added bonus. It is great to be able to see the lake from my porch. And then to walk down a few hundred yards to the canal… nice.
Now that I have written all this… I realize how blessed I am.