We happened upon our home in a round-about way. My husband had just hours before, had surgery on his wrist, so our search on this day would only last as long as his pain meds. After 3 houses, I was just not feeling the love and was ready to give up when the realtor mentioned another house. A very green house; on the walls, the carpet, the siding. Rather run down, and needing some TLC. When we pulled up, here was a home that reminded me of a children's drawing with it's boxy shape. Lots of chipped paint, a huge wheelchair ramp, but oh, the glorious blooming apple trees out front. When we stepped inside, the combined living room and dining area were flooded in light. All the owners furnishings were still in the rooms and it seemed like we had stepped back in time. (they were an elderly couple, and the gentleman had just passed away and the missus was in a nursing home) As I wandered the house, a feeling came over me, part sad and part jubilant. The feeling that a life was ending here, but also that one was about to begin. I felt that the house needed me and that I belonged here. It seemed to take forever before all the papers were signed and the house was ours on a lovely May day. But now almost 20 years later, we are still here, and we are still in love. We have raised our two girls here, did lots and lots of painting and remodeling, and planted many a tree and bush. We have put our stamp on this little place and I believe the past owners are very pleased and constantly surprised by us. Sometimes a feeling will come over me, and I can almost hear them say, " So what's next?!"