I have always been a fan of "if you build it, they will come" notions- and recently put a manifestation collage of my favorite home decor pics across from my bed (so that its the first thing I see in the morning and the last thing at night) I would stare at the glass doors opening to sweet green yards, and suddenly imagine my feet walking through them to water jasmine plants and laying back in a chair staring into a far off candy sunset. That "secret" stuff has a funny way of working
Mr. H went off on his own and found a dream house. He met with the landlord and filled out an application without my knowing and then surprised me with "guess what? We got a house!"
Mr. H and I have finally said goodbye to our old Echo Park Building address. I've finally outgrown the old place that I lived for the past 10 years. The changing neighborhood has seen it's new crop of young upstarts, musicians and artists. I, on the other hand am ready to settle down with a quiet board game and perhaps take up some gardening.
(he brought up a bottle of champagne and we toasted to the place)
Like a fairy tale, this place has the most adorable yard, art space with french doors and 1920's charm. I am beyond elated. This is going to be the best retreat from the busy job and noisy streets. Now I can return to my place high on the hill in echo park, and be inches away from Elsyian Park and sweet sunsets.
Here are the early images before the official move in takes place this coming weekend!
We have ROSE bushes, fig trees , cactus plants and a lemon tree
guess who is already "at home" in the new place?
check out the cool art space with french doors off of the cute yard...
the bedroom- minus our stuff ( Mr. H only moved the mattress so far, since I have been deathly ill with the crazy cold going around I have been ZERO help)
there are two super large closets off the bedroom, and a basement storage space under the main floor. But hopefully most of my junk will be left behind and not cluttering up this new spacious space.
Hoping that we have way more time to smell the roses at this place (corny but true)
so this is what it feels like to be all grown up? Pretty good, pretty pretty good