We have resided in our current home some 23 years as of July 2015. It’s an older California Craftsman dating back to circa 1919. A Beautiful home it is.
Selling homes as I do, I see many. I actually bought my first home in 1983 with my then partner. I proceeded to buy and flip a number of homes through the years as I worked in healthcare. Becoming a realtor was a natural for me as I moved out of the healthcare profession. I understand the feeling, the energy that resides within walls of older homes well. The homes where families were raised, celebrations took place, memories made, milestones hit and disappointments accepted.
Some homes have good juju, others not so good and the rest somewhere in between. I don’t know exactly where it comes from, but it’s there. Could it be an energy from the original owners? From the ground beneath? From the design or construction? I’m not here to answer that question, but I do ponder it from time to time. I like to believe it’s the love shared within the walls that permeates them and passes to those that enter through the years.
Our home has good juju, really good. So much so that one day when answering a knock at the door, we found an older gentleman who asked if he could see the inside one more time, as he had grown up in the home. His grandfather had built it. He told his story which from bits and pieces we knew confirmed that he was who he said he was. We welcomed him in. He told us many stories about it as he walked through each room with the aid of his cane. Shortly after that the son of the owner we bought it from, who grew up here in the 1960s & 70s, offered to buy it back from us as he wishes that he had never let his mother sell it. You can just feel the happiness, love and peace when you are here, it’s a home, not just a house.
The fact our home is approaching 100 years in age, there always seems to be a project in need of doing. That coupled with the fact we have been living here for almost a quarter of a century ourselves. Currently painting is the number one item on the agenda. Not the whole house, but a good amount of the interior and some of the exterior trim. The kitchen is underway at the moment.
Living through these short periods of disruption can be a challenge. I have a coffee maker in my bathroom and will be eating out again today. Six dogs, work and just having a stranger working in the house all add to it, plus having contents of the cabinets stacked in boxes in the dining room….you get it. The house is a wreck.
Soon it will be all back together and family from the east coast arrives for a week long visit. The love shared within these walls will continue to permeate them. The walls in turn will reflect the love and care into us. It’s a beautiful cycle for which I am grateful.