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.
So there you have it … my views … my dream … my home.
And as it turns out, 50 is never too late.