Keith and I are still pinching ourselves to see if we’ll wake up from this dream. But it seems it’s real and a bank has really agreed to loan us a shit-ton of money to buy a beautiful 1905 farmhouse, so I guess we’re really grown-ups now. Or something.
Today was the first day I put my key in the lock and pushed the front door open. I got a little tingle of delight. Doors open differently when they belong to you, did you know that?
This is the part where all you experienced home-owners are going to step in and tell me I’m going to be getting a different kind of tingle when I realize the roof needs to be replaced. Just shush your mouths and let me wander around my gardens and gaze in rapture at my wisteria for a while before you make me be practical. Plus, the roof is new. And so is the plumbing and the electrical. So there.
The house is so cool, you guys! I just can’t wait to have summer bbq’s and invite you all over! It’s a 3 bedroom, 1.5 bath farmhouse built in 1905. At one time, I assume it was the farmhouse for a large tract of farm land. But now that land has been built up into neighborhoods in Philomath and the house is just on a residential street. So, no we don’t have any acreage. But we keep savin’ our pennies and one day soon we will have some land of our very own! In the meantime, we will happily live in this farmhouse, with its original apple trees and walnut trees in the backyard, and imagine the fields that once surrounded it. There are so many great things about this house and it was kept in excellent condition. The original fir floors are still intact all throughout the downstairs and there’s new carpet in the upstairs rooms. The ceilings are original beadboard – one of my absolute favorite features. The kitchen island is lovely original hardwood. We have a clawfoot tub in the main bathroom. The whole freaking house is straight off a Pinterest dream home board!
And then the yards are just full of every type of flower and plant imaginable – clematis vines (Keith got confused and called them Chlamydia and now I keep getting confused too) winding up the porch posts, wisteria trailing over the backyard patio pergola, peonies, roses, lilacs, figs, pears, apples, walnuts, bleeding heart, lavender, grapes, artichokes, asparagus, raised beds for vegetables, you name it. I had to write it all down because I started losing track after about 20 non-stop minutes of Beverly naming plants for me and telling me how to take care of them. It’s been well-landscaped, so it shouldn’t be too hard to keep it looking nice, even for me. I’m much better at taking care of animals than plants, but I’ll try my best.
I’ll have more pictures of the actual inside of the house soon. Right now, my life looks like this:
It’s not crazy or anything to try to move house just as farm season is picking up momentum for the summer. Totally sane. Butcher a few chickens, pack a few boxes. Take time to stop and smell the chlamydia flowers. It’s all good.