Two Ducks Walk Into an Old House
Sometimes life pulls the rug out. Other days it opens an antique door with a perfect stained glass window. I’ll explain. I love houses. I love OLD houses. I scroll away my stress on Zillow and Circa:Old Houses. I remember wandering through homes for sale around town with my mom, who also loved houses. One is deeply rooted in my memories. I was maybe five years old. It was a grand Victorian off the Marietta square and she was glorious. My mom stood chatting with the realtor as I explored. Dreaming of running up and down the stairs at Christmas and finding secret treasures in the attic. I begged. I pleaded. “Mom please! Can we please buy it!” She shook her head. “It just needs too much work, Megan.” When I pass the house now. Beautifully restored and pristine, I think of standing in it with my mom. And then mine appeared. I was in a “I’m not looking for a house” phase. But I was sitting on my porch. The sun was warm. And I was just sitting there so why not just see. It wasn’t the o