Whew! My house has gotten quite a workout in the past few weeks and few days. I feel like the house is really beginning to show what it's capable of, housing my friends and family over the last month.
Right now as I write this post, my aunt and uncle are in one bedroom upstairs, and my mother is in another bedroom upstairs. If there were more folk, I could sleep 3 more without a problem at all (more if they're close, ha ha). Oh, maybe the bathtub would be in constant use, since it's the only one, but the kitchen, dining and living area and other common areas would accomodate with no problem at all. Over the last few days, we've spent time as a group on the south porch, in the south yard, in the living room, in the who-knows-what-it-is-but-my-mother-wants-to-call-it-a-game room, etc, etc. It all works. It flows.
I'm so happy about this. It's like when you think something is a liability for a long, long time, and then find out that it's really an asset. Life gets bigger. My house is welcoming it's first group of people in a long, long time. I like to think the house is happy, too.
Sometimes I think houses are meant to be full. I always thought I'd love to have an old farm house as you do, with room downstairs for several people to comfortably exist and bedrooms upstairs where one could go take a nap or have an hour or so of privacy. Having family (or good friends) around under those circumstances is a good thing, possibly a dying art. Enjoy!
ReplyDeleteHi, this is your sister and your niece, Sophia, from London! Say hello to Aunt Meg and Uncle Ed and Gramma for us! (We finally got Internet access...)
ReplyDeleteLovely post :)
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