As I sit in a very comfortable chair in my brother’s living room I am somewhat at a loss as to what to post about. I am supposedly on vacation but the blog must go on no matter. I have very little scheduled content over the time I am away so be prepared for some, well interesting content. Please just stick with me as I try and enjoy time with my family and keep the blog rolling along. Today I am thinking about the various places I have lived and how the husband and I went about making a house a home.
In the course of our 40 year marriage the husband and I have lived in 4 houses and one fifthwheel. Our first house was very interesting; we closed on it the week before we got married and so I was planning a wedding and moving into a new house all at the same time.
The house was a tiny, 900 sq. ft. two bedroom that was out in a salt marsh. It was lime green with lemon yellow shutters. After a nor’easter one year we had 6″ of water in one half of the house and none in the other half we raised the house up on pilings. After that we just became an island in any floods.
We did add a lovely glass sunroom to the front but as you will read, we never did finish the house.
Our second house was a stunning Victorian. In this photo the porch as been redone – it was the first thing we repaired because it really needed fixing. This house was an absolute dream but for it’s location as it sat on the main highway in town. There were pocket doors throughout the downstairs and the original floors were intact. It had three bedrooms and a full attic and basement. Downstairs there was a dining room, kitchen, living room and library.
We did redo the kitchen while living there but other than painting it (THAT was a job!) and fixing the porch which was a wraparound that was about all we did before we decided to travel the country in the fifthwheel.
As it was our house for a pretty long period of time I will include the fifthwheel for discussions sake here. This was the only fully completed house I ever had. And I loved traveling around the country. We saw so many beautiful places as we just went wherever we wanted to go. It was because of this adventure that I fell so in love with Montana. Which leads me to…
Anyone who has been reading the blog for any length of time knows the story of the yurt. We found a piece of land on the upper bank of the Clark Fork River and the husband found the plans and set about building the yurt. He did source out the things he felt were above his skill set like the roof and the plumbing.
I loved the yurt! The view was extraordinary and the kitchen was everything I could ask for. BUT we were far from everything from grocery stores to doctors to any kind of shopping. We realized that as we were getting older it was probably not the best place for us to be living, especially as I could not drive. So we moved…
The House in Vermont
Now I am in my house in Vermont. Hopefully this is my last house. I am not sure that I have another move in me. We knew when we bought it that it needed a lot of work and that work has started. If you follow me on Instagram you know what is going on.
We have added an upstairs bathroom and now the contractor is working on the kitchen. After he is done with that he will be sheetrocking the house and then we will paint it. And the floors – the floors need painting too.
Hopefully this house will actually be finished. My fingers are crossed. I do know that the kitchen is going to be awesome so I do have that!