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I could live like this forever. Even if I had Alzheimer’s.

September 10, 2015 by Mona Andrei 9 Comments

Hey there, awesome readers!

If you’re around my age, you may relate. If you’re not around my age, it’s either too early or too late. And since I’m always early and don’t believe anything is ever too late, you can disregard what I just said.

What am I talking about? I’m talking about living the dream.

I’ve always loved old houses. Especially old houses in the countryside, where the sun is sunnier and the crickets are cricketier. Well here I am, age 50, and I’m finally living in an old house in the country.

For me, old houses are a blend of charm and nearly forgotten secrets. Country is a place where peace of mind whispers glimpses of who you used to be. And even gives you a chance to see if you still fit shadows of youthful dreams.

Combined, these make the perfect setting and here are a few pics to prove it.

The porch off the kitchen and one of my fave new writing nooks. I'm thinking this will be a seasonal love affair.
The porch off the kitchen and one of my new, fave writing nooks. I’m thinking this will be a seasonal love affair.

My barn. Key word: MY.
My barn. Key word: MY.
Before: Under four layers of old, linoleum tiles, we found the original birth floor! #SCORE
Before: Under four layers of old, linoleum tiles, we found the original birch floor! #SCORE
The after shot. PS. You have no idea how much work it is to remove old tiles until you do it. Trust me on this.
The after shot. PS. You have no idea how much work it is to remove old tiles until you do it. Trust me on this.
Recent flea market find.
Recent flee market find.
Guess what this is? And by "is" I mean "used to be". (Thanks, Debbie, for the idea!)
Guess what this is? And by “is” I mean “used to be”. (Thanks, Debbie, for the idea!)
Great day for a flag. Oh and corn fields!
Great day for a flag. Oh and corn fields!
Because an old farm house just isn't the same without one of these. (Also, ewww!)
Because an old, farm house just isn’t the same without one of these. (Also, ewww!)

So there you have it … my views … my dream … my home.

And as it turns out, 50 is never too late.

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Filed Under: Aging and its niceties, Random, Writing Tagged With: country, farm house

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  1. susie says

    September 10, 2015 at 10:30 pm

    Love it all….except the fly paper.

    Reply
  2. Leona Caputo says

    September 11, 2015 at 1:08 pm

    I admire your commitment to country living. Even going as far as catching your own breakfast! Kudos! 😛

    Reply
    • Mona Andrei says

      September 16, 2015 at 8:19 pm

      Your astuteness astounds me, Leona 🙂

      Reply
  3. 1010ParkPlace says

    September 11, 2015 at 1:39 pm

    Both of my homes have been very old houses that I’ve restored. Old, tired houses are labors of love that bring us great joy and a sense of satisfaction that we’ve transformed them as much as they’ve transformed us.

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    • Mona Andrei says

      September 16, 2015 at 8:18 pm

      A labour of love, indeed!

      Reply
  4. France Gratton says

    September 11, 2015 at 7:06 pm

    Chère Mona! C’est une deuxième et une troisième vie que tu donnes à la maison de mes parents, à la maison de mon enfance. Mes parents y ont vécu pendant plus de 43 ans, ils ont élevés 4 filles, travaillé fort sur la ferme pour y vivre et l’ont bien entretenu jusqu’à ton arrivée. Le 14 juin a été un grand jour, pour toi et pour nous, la famille Gratton. Je te lis souvent et te savoir si heureuse dans cette maison est certainement le plus beau cadeau. Je te souhaite des années de bonheur dans cette maison et un grand succès avec ton livre!

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    • Mona Andrei says

      September 16, 2015 at 8:18 pm

      Merci, France! I feel very honoured to be giving your childhood home another life. Growing up here must have been beautiful. One of the things that I appreciate about this old house is that it was loved 🙂

      Reply
  5. Priscilla King says

    September 13, 2015 at 7:25 pm

    Lovely! Felicitations!

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    • Mona Andrei says

      September 16, 2015 at 8:16 pm

      Merci, Priscilla!

      Reply

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