Once Upon a Time

I got to live in my dream house for 11 years. It was definitely a dream house. You know how dreams don’t make sense and there are all kinds of scary turns and the possibility of falling? The eleven years I lived in this house were just like that.

It was built as a summer cabin in 1928 (the same year as my REAL house, now). The people who built it were really from Europe and they built a dozen or so stone houses like this one as part of a summer home project. My little town was known for them. I was blissfully happy there for a year. Then stuff started happening, but the house didn’t do it. The house was a haven.

It was originally one room — one beautiful room. A kitchen and indoor toilet were added on and then two bedrooms and a real bathroom in the 90s. It was heated by a wood stove in the old part and a propane furnace in the new part that I only used one year. Propane is expensive.

I loved it, though. It was more than a cottage to me, it was a kind of friend and it helped me come back to Colorado.

25 thoughts on “Once Upon a Time

  1. Is that really 11 years. Then we have know each other for a few years more. How time flies, then we were young and lovely. We are still lovely and the rest is according to how you feel. πŸ™‚

    • I moved to that house in 2003. I started writing this blog in 2013, so I was already 10 years in that house when we “met.” But we’ve known each other for five years and a LOT has happened. Kind of makes your head spin…

  2. I love that house! The office is to-die-for, and the stained glass and ceilings are beautiful. I keep telling my family that I want to move withing five years, and I want something smaller. I want less house because I spend all my time outside anyway.

    • It was really hard to live there but I wouldn’t have moved if I could have afforded to stay. I love where I am now. It’s nice to have a furnace, insulation, you know, stuff like that πŸ˜‰ But living in the mountains was great; hearing coyotes and the scream of a cougar from time to time, I loved it. It just got very, very expensive — a cord of wood was between $450 and $600 and I burned 3 cords a winter. A tank of propane was $500 and I needed at least two a year, plus a $1500/month house payment, $100/week for gas to get to work and home. California is not a middle class place any more.

  3. THAT was the house I was looking for when I came back from Israel. Exactly that house.

    I have lived in some really nifty houses, including a brand new townhouse in Boston, a very old house in Jerusalem, and this masterpiece of mid-1970s technology, but I don’t think any of them were a dream house. But this house is okay. For the most part. And the land is wonderful. I always wanted to own some land. So that part is the dreamy part … land big enough so the dogs can bark and nobody cares.

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