"It's easier to dismiss ghosts in the daylight."
Alan and I have begun looking for a house in Stockton. We saw 5 yesterday, all of them had something going for them, and all of them had some quirk that made them not exactly right for us. You know how it is... no house will be exactly perfect. At the moment we are just happy that the houses in our price range, also happen to be in a pretty good part of town! Stockton has a reputation for being, well, dangerous. In fact, according to one study, it is the 6th most dangerous city in America! But like with all major metropolitan areas, it also has a side to it that is lovely, and quite inviting! And, as I said, we can afford that part of town!
We looked through some lovely single story homes, mostly 2 bedrooms with huge backyards. That seems about right for us, in that we are coming up on retirement age, and we have no children or grandchildren to raise. Still, having a little extra room after having lived in a small cottage for as long as we did is an attractive idea! And boy did we ever find a house with a lot of room to it!
A charming old Victorian, circa 1905!
4 bedrooms. A large Great Room. A full, gorgeous cherry-wood bar, with Tiffany lamps and window treatments, and old fashioned bar stools. A basement. A Study. A kitchen with gourmet oven and stove. Two bathrooms with a gorgeous free standing deep tub. It is really something to behold! Alan and I both fell in love with it, and at $189.900 it is well within our budget, but is it practical for just the two of us? Should we worry about practicality? It is a dream house, and a bit of a nightmare rolled into one!
My first impression was that it reminded me of the "Murder House" from American Horror Story. But it also has a "Coven" vibe from season three! It's quirky, but that appeals to us! We hate to pass it up because when would you ever have another chance to get a genuine Victorian for this price? But again, would it be better suited for a family who could get a lot of use from a 4 bedroom house? I don't know. But it is on my mind as I write this. I know I saw something unusual yesterday as we walked through it. I saw it's spirit, and felt the ghosts of dwellings of my past.
Does that make sense?
Life Takes Courage... right?