Pemberley, Tara, the farmhouse in Jennifer Crusie’s Welcome To Temptation, countless lovingly restored Victorians in countless novels, the Weasley family’s Burrow … I love houses. My path in life was meant to include a beautiful old house on an acre or so of woodsy land where I would put down roots and live out all my days.
Or so I thought.
The Ex and I moved eleven times in our twenty-two year relationship. Some were the annual post-college schlep from one rental to another, but there were also cross-state and cross-country moves. The closest I came to the dream was a one-hundred-year-old, fixer-upper farmhouse in semi-rural New England. That house—underneath its loud floral wallpaper and bright blue woodwork—was lovely with its high ceilings and huge windows and honest-to-goodness barn with a hayloft. One area or another was always torn-up as we worked our way through a remodel we’d never finish. Job changes necessitated another move and our marriage had already been dealt two deathblows; I didn’t yet recognize them as mortal wounds, convinced, as always, we could Work Through It if we tried hard enough.