I wanted a perfect ending. Now I’ve learned, the hard way, that some poems don’t rhyme, and some stories don’t have a clear beginning, middle, and end. –Gilda Radner
It’s beyond busy at our happy place, and sometimes a sad busyness it’s been. We are saying goodbye to our first home and hello to a new (old) one. Our first house is a historic home over 100 years old and full of the charm and problems that it produces. It’s been a long struggle to make it home, but a rewarding one, too. Our new to us house was built in the 1960’s, so it’s decades newer but has its own issues (ugh, the kitchen). I can’t wait to really dive into decorating and making the new house space all ours, but it has been a slow renovation process trying to keep the littles away from tools and dust. Here’s a sneak at the old and the new of the 1960’s house.