Kitten is our hostess for this pre-holiday Fun Monday. She says this:
I think it would be neat to hear about the story behind your home and the road you live on. It doesn't have to be historical, maybe just something that stands out to you. It would be nice to have pictures to go with your little story.
Well, honestly, I am going to pull a Swampy and break the rules a bit. Instead of telling you about where I live now, I want to tell a little bit of how I got here.
So here is my tale:
Once upon a time, a married couple lived in a big, big house. It had many bedrooms and a beautiful back yard and a beautiful front yard, too. What it did not have was warmth and love. It was very cold inside, even though the thermostat was always set on high.
The beautiful house was filled with beautiful things.
But "things" do not a happy home make. And this was not a happy place.
And it came to pass that the marriage that kept this unhappy home together came to an end, and the woman had to sell the big, cold house and find something more suitable. Even though the sale of the house brought a pretty penny, there were debts to settle and money was tight.
The answer was a rental house. Significantly smaller. Not nearly as many bedrooms. Not as nice a neighborhood, though certainly not shabby. The children could stay in the same schools and keep their friends, and that was what mattered.
And the smaller house was filled with laughter, and love, and warmth, and happiness.
After several years, a knight in shining armor rode by ... and joined the now-happier family, bringing his love and enthusiasm and his daughter to the smaller house.
And the house burst at the seams with laughter, and love, and warmth, and happiness.
But it wasn't long before the landlord called. The smaller house was now for sale, and the family had to move. Quickly.
And lo, the now thoroughly blended family found a place of their own. A place to continue their new life together. A cozy home with a turret and a rose garden.
And they lived very happily ever after.