Three years ago today, Lee and I closed on our very first house. We loved it then, and we love it even more now. Yeah, we curse at it sometimes. Like when the roof leaks. Like this morning when I shut a door and the doorknob came flying off and rolled across the floor. But it's an older home - so you must expect these things.
Despite the imperfections, it has not only been a wonderful house but a wonderful home. Every time I drive down the road and turn into the driveway, I think it feels warm and inviting. Apparently the pigeons think it's warm and inviting, too, but that's another story.
It's a tiny house and I know we'll outgrow it one day. But for now, it's a great house and I'm glad it's ours.