Anyone remember the Home Alone House?
Well, forgive me, I'm in a mood (uh-oh!) and via a recent real estate listing, that same house, to me, now resembles a Refrigerator House:
This morning I re-watched Home Alone (mostly to 'house study') and re-fell in love with that home--although yes--26 years later it's a bit dated.
But still. All that wallpaper and wainscoting and the fireplaces and wallpaper and tiled bathrooms and sconces and did I mention wallpaper? They still, to me, feel welcoming and warm. I still, in my head, walk up those stairs and dream awhile.
Call me old-fashioned. It's ok.
Anyway, today I'm extra grateful for my tiny Hobbit Cottage, even though its lack of storage and wall-and-floor-and-creative space annoys me most days and it'll never feel like a Colonial.
Today those cold grey photos reminded me the best houses are special because of their intangibles. The laughter, love, grace, creativity, memories--and acceptance of flaws-- which you add. That's what makes a real home, one still alive and worth revisiting in your mind, even long after you've moved away.
Yes, even so. And each of us can add those things to any type of home, even those closer to a cardboard box than an in-your-face mansion.
To be fair, the dining room of the Home Alone house fared better in the personality department:
To see more comparison photos of the Home Alone house and it's recent real estate listing, go here.
“We leave something of ourselves behind when we leave a place, we stay there, even though we go away. And there are things in us that we can find again only by going back there.”
― Pascal Mercier,
Oh, and meet Molly Mermaid. She arrived here last Friday:
There's just something about cast iron...
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