Here it is - the home we'll be leasing in England. After riding around in the back of a VW golf with the relo agent, my husband and two kids for three days looking at houses, I was ready to take up residence in ye local pigpen. Yes, yes, anything to get me unfolded from the backseat so I can breathe again. I wouldn't have cared if it was built atop a curry shop or on the fringe of a nuclear landfill as long as I didn't have to climb into the backseat once more. Thankfully, we stumbled upon this home the second day and decided it would suit us just fine.
I've never lived in a "character" home before, at least not as far back as 1935. We owned a home in San Antonio and rented a home in Arlington built in the 50s. It was all about the pink tile bathrooms. Both of them were due for major overhauls in their various systems and I'm glad we weren't forced to suffer that. Nothing makes me more cranky than when the water line to the house is turned off.
This home appears to have retained a lot of its charm. The original hardwoods downstairs are fabulous - wide planked and in a warm tone. Thankfully, the kitchen and baths are no longer circa The Blitz when Churchill was running the show. I love the fact that the walls are plaster, not the cheap and easily damaged sheetrock in our current home. And radiators... what a funny little bit of the past that's unique for us. I'll be disappointed if quaint dooms us to drafts and cold extremities for eight months out of the year.
Next up - figuring out how to furnish the new digs.
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