The House by the Side of the Road
Our house is close to a highway. This kind of just happened. We moved here and needed a place to live. The people who owned the house had moved to Alaska and desperately needed not to own it and made us a deal we” couldn’t refuse”. The house had been rented to a family with ten children and was in pretty rough shape. We had looked at a lot of houses that were affordable and in great shape yet as soon as I walked in the door here I had an extremely warm, nice feeling, despite the condition of the place and the nearby highway. I could tell that really happy people had lived here. I was sure of it, I could feel it. “This will work great,” I told the surprised realtor almost immediately. And for twenty-some years, it has. It’s not fancy and the highway is occasionally a noise factor. But really happy people still live here and it feels good every time I walk in the door.
Love this post, Mary. My home is blessed, too. The land is sacred and all beings find a safe haven here. And even though it has become a little delapidated over the years (as I have), I find it impossible to imagine leaving it.