Have you ever experienced love at first sight? I have, and I can’t stop thinking about it. Yes, I am head-over-heels in love with an object. More specifically, I am in love with a house. This IS my house. This is what I picture when I dream about the perfect little abode for John and I. I see myself here…I must have it!
I want it now!
Like Veruca Salt in Willy Wonka & the Chocolate Factory (the old one with Gene Wilder mind you, not that demented Johnny Depp version), I want a house, a house on N. Rampart Street. There’d be roomfuls of laughter, bows in my hair and all kinds of bean feasts if I could slap the cash down for this ultimate little haven.
Located in Bywater, this absolute jewel is a two bedroom, one bath shotgun with high ceilings, gorgeous hard wood floors, transoms, exposed brick fireplaces, barge board wainscoting, bead board ceiling, mammoth built-in bookshelves, distressed-wood kitchen, a claw foot tub … can you hear me panting? As if that isn’t enough to drive me into a frenzy, one of the finest features is a cute little, “shack on da swamp” guesthouse in the back where I would set up my office and write till my fingers fell off.
My house (a girl can dream!) is also in a great neighborhood within walking distance of Vaughan’s Lounge, The Joint, Jack Dempsey’s, Meltdown Pops and Bacchanal. Sadly, at $295,000, I could never afford this piece of heaven on earth, but it won’t stop me from dreaming about it.
Of course, if some super-rich soul out there wants to buy it for me out of the kindness of their heart, I certainly wouldn’t be opposed!
