I’ve lived in many houses in my life, but never an old house — that is, unless one considers the house we owned before the last, built in 1948, old. I’ve always been drawn to old houses and old places. Perhaps for someone who has moved often in her life, the seeming permanence of a structure that has long stood in one place is the curiosity. I think of the stories it could tell if someone cared enough to listen.
life according to me