In the eight months after we moved from Dallas to New Hampshire, the months when we were trying to talk ourselves out of buying this house, I would come over to the unoccupied house often to see it, feel it, touch its energy- to see if this was to be our home. I would stand on the front porch for hours looking inside, imagining what life would be like to live here.
This is what the view always looked like through the front window...
But, this was what I saw in my mind's eye.
(click for the story of how we got here)