Who slept here before I came,
who lived in this room
how did it look
was it the same?
Was there a girl or two,
a little boy?
A house filled with toys,
with joys,
with dreams…
Or was it just a lonely place
with empty beds
and silent rooms.
Was it always filled with gloom?
And did the house
long to be loved?
Was there a girl who danced and sang,
a dinner bell that chimed or rang?
And did anyone
ever stand
right here
as I do
now?
(unknown)
This old house...just a cottage really...is the site of my new home. We've bought a small property...much smaller than we now have, and not far from where we now live. It's across the road from the ocean, or rather an inlet of the ocean. The cottage on the property has been empty since the 1950's and is now derelict with the roof caving in, so the building will be torn down and a new home built. A smallish home with a very modern design.
It's neither where I thought I'd be living or what I thought I'd end up building! It's funny how you can be blissfully walking down one road and then realize you've skipped over to another, completely different one. It's not that I'm not happy with it...it's just a surprise!
I rather like the idea of clean modern lines and decorating in bright colours. I also like the idea of a roof top deck with views of the water.
It's a funny old thing, this life we live!
