Why do we love certain houses, and why do they seem to love us? It is the warmth of our individual hearts reflected in our surroundings.
When we first started looking at homes in the area and were considering this house, I must say, I really didn't like the look of it from the outside (curb appeal, you know?). My husband said "it will be a great house". I wasn't too sure. You see, we were trying to scale down at this point in our lives, and in his mind it was perfect.
When the realtor showed us the house that first day, and I walked in the front door, I knew right then, I loved it. I felt it's charm. I looked around and saw the oldness, the original woodwork and the beauty of it's craftmanship, the hardwood floors, the old kitchen and the original wall paper in the bedrooms. I tried to envision the people who lived here many years ago because it seemed the house hadn't changed much since the day it was built. It would take some work (painting, scraping wall paper, tearing up linoleum, updating) but it would be our home. Our perfect little home.
The charm is still here and it has become sweeter and dearer to us as the years have gone by.