Reading this post today made me think of this place. The house we almost bought this summer, (until our inspection went so badly we didn't feel house wasn't safe for the kids to live in), the home that broke my heart so much I haven't been able to write about it for months.
I still don't know what to say. But, I just wanted to have it here since it took up so much of my thoughts and time this summer.
92 years old...the estate of a lovely photographer. Now empty for a year. You could feel its spirit, the families that it had come before us, the grandness that had once been. The house I will compare all future houses to...
N.J. and I went to say good-bye awhile ago, to peak in the windows and talk about "our" bedrooms, so covered with ivy we could only guess where they began. Even in it's rapidly deteriorating state I still wanted to move right in.