House sweet house
(~Spring Quarter, 2005)
At this point, I've not lived in this house for nearly six months. It's a little painful to look at these pictures, as Jim and I finally breaking up for the final time was what led to me not living in this sweet little house after January of 2005. But for archival purposes... here we go.
By far my favorite aspect of the house was the outside. We had a lovely south facing house, with trees for shade, and a yard full of plantable spaces. These pictures were taken in spring, before the cats ate all the crocuses and before the irises had totally bloomed under the lilac.
We also had a lovely backyard, full of grass to sprawl out on and a patio for grilling. I never got around to putting up a hammock as I'd wanted, but whatever. I also had to use the bathroom back here more times than I'd like to admit...
Why, you may ask, did I have to outhouse so many times? The answer is to the left. The single (and tiny) bathroom. We lived with several people (at one point, Ian, Laura, Nate, Jim, and I all shared it; later it was just Nate, Jim, and me, but it was still a wretched situation. Never ever ever again will I live in a place with more than two people and only one bathroom, particularly not when our schedules are all so similiar.
On either side of the bathroom were Nate and Brandon's bedrooms. I do have pictures, but both spaces were pretty messy when I snapped them, and I'm the only person whose messy bedroom should be shown to the Internet, I think.
|
Other than the bathroom and the boys' rooms, the upstairs consisted of two of my favorite spaces: the living room and the kitchen. The kitchen, in particular, was wonderful. There were huge airy windows, lots of open space, and a gorgeous eating nook... My favorite thing, the summer I lived here, was to get up early and eat breakfast at the table, watching the sun slowly spook birds out of the shrubs and listening to people mowing lawns down the street. 
The boys kept the place a bit dirty. That's what they're good at. |
The living room was utterly my space. The boys never touched it; the den downstairs was their domain. I had full decorating control and an extra futon to fill the room with... it was a tad girly, but it was mine. Jim's mother sewed the tapestry on the wall. God, I loved this room. Behind the white futon, against the wall, were my big bookcases, full of my entire book collection. I couldn't help but preen any time anyone came into our house and immediately beelined for the books.
I've never been able to decide which of the two below pictures of Liam looking out the wonderful huge windows in the upstairs living room I like better... so I'll put them both in. I spent many a sunny afternoon crashed out on the couch below the window, reading until Lars crawled up on my stomach and purred me to sleep. If there's anything I miss most about the house, it's that huge window and all the sunlight it could pour into our living room.
And then there's the wisteria that threatened to eat us. Damn that thing grew fast.
And then there's the downstairs to consider...