FIFTEEN YEARS STRONG
Source: apartmenttherapy.com via Liza on Pinterest Hello little house, it's been FIFTEEN years since I signed the papers, got the keys and opened your door for the first time. You were freshly painted and groomed. Sunlight streamed through your un-curtained windows and the first thing I did was put my grandmother's portrait up on the mantle. She had passed away earlier that year and when I found you I knew she would approve. I promptly pulled up your tattered green carpet that hadn't budged in 20 years. Your vinyl wallpaper, 4 bedrooms and 2 baths were so quaint and dainty that I almost wanted to leave everything in tact. I had never lived in a house so big in my adult life, certainly not by myself. You weren't my first property but certainly my first free standing house. When I sat down next to the fireplace I imagined what the previous owners were like and I wondered what you and I would be like years later. Then the fear of being another h...
