Ever since leaving my childhood home at seventeen to go to college, my life has consisted of moving here, there, and everywhere. At different times through my life, I’ve lived in or in a suburb of Missouri, San Diego, Okinawa, New York City, Washington, DC, San Francisco, North Carolina, Mississippi, Tennessee, Alaska, and, now, am back in Mississippi.
My husband and I had it down pat. Our family would move in and, within a few weeks, the new house would be transferred into our home with everything settled including hung pictures. After his death, I started buying houses that need someone to love them and rehabbing them into updated, much-loved homes. The first one was a two bedroom, two bath duplex built during 1941 which became a single family, four bedroom home with three fireplaces, two master suites and the remaining two bedrooms had attached baths. It included a library/den, screened-in back porch, and a Japanese soaking tub. I loved that house, still do, but the time came to move once more and once again, I chose a house that was structurally sound but needed a lot of love.
This time the basic structure remained unchanged but the floor in one room was raised, one fireplace was removed and another installed. The majority of the work was on the exterior with a spacious deck and screened-in porch with fireplace all of which took advantage of the panoramic view of the Great Smoky Mountains. This time, my work was cut short by illness and I had to move on. The house recently sold.
Now that I am once again settled, I have chosen a new house to rehab. It has a great location and, once again, is structurally sound with an interior that is dated. So, the adventure begins once more. The closing is in October and the planning and organizing have begun. Needless to say, I’m having a lot of fun. However, this is the final one. I am determined that this will be my forever home. Hope springs eternal.