I’ve touched on this often in my posts, those twenty-seven moves in thirty-five years as a military spouse. Those moves affected so many parts of my life.
All of those addresses and not once did I really have much of a choice of the house I lived in. We rented the houses, or were issued them. Only once did we buy and my husband found and bought the house when I was still in South Dakota with sons in school and he was already in Virginia.
But this time, this first retirement home….this home I got to choose.
Here’s the reason I fell in love with it.
This is where the light first slips in, as the sun rises behind the house.
Making it’s appearance through generous windows the rest of the morning.
