I’ve called twenty-one places home, give or take a house or two. The Charleston house that welcomed me home from the hospital is the first, the white Cape in Wareham I woke up in today the latest. I don’t know how many more there will be – will I pass the rest of my years here or will I close my eyes for the last time with a different part of the world outside my bedroom window? It’s part of my future’s mystery and adventure.
Each of my homes had its own charm and its peculiarities. None were perfect, each embraced the life my family lived within its walls. As I prepare my white Cape for summer, I thought it might be fun to revisit the ones that came before. How did each one make my life a blessing, what were the challenges each one presented? I hope you will take the house tour with me – and share your own house stories, if you’ve the mind to do so…