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a house is.not a home, adventures, bittersweet, edwardian, houses by the sea, interior design, lobe, Love, Reflections, repleshing your soul, what makes a home
Three years ago yesterday i moved out of my beautiful house, by the sea, to start this adventure. I loved this house, have always said it was the most beautiful house I would ever have the privilege to live in. Edwardian, with so many original features….
I had put my heart and soul into it, worked so hard on it renovating and decorating and making it into our home.
We were so rushed when it came to moving day I do not even remember closing the door for the last time, but I do remember sitting in the pub that night with tears rolling down my face. When my book comes out you will understand why the house, for Rich (and now, as time has gone by I realise for me also), had become contaminated; it could never be the home we thought it would be; and as three years have passed I have come to realise that.
So then we found our house on the pinnacle of the rolling hills that are Ambrieres les Vallees, and we fell in love. For me it was bittersweet, it was not the house I had left, it was not the house that had taken part of my soul. But over the three years, despite the well running dry, the crappy cesspit (literally, all over the cellar floor sometimes!!) and the mold on the walls; it has shown me this …….
I sit in my bedrom and I look out at this my favorite tree and I feel at peace
And over the years I have realised that a home is about love, companionship, laughter, and tears; it is not the house, it is the people in it. I look at my husband, and he is happier here. I know neither of us could go back to a house where you could reach out and touch your neighbour, surrounded by people and noise. We are too used to the peacefulness that surrounds us; and I have finally come to realise that I do not miss my old home, it was ONE of the most beautiful houses I lived in; but this is the most beautiful home. It has not taken my soul it has replenished it.
A chair is still a chair, even when there’s no one sittin’ there
But a chair is not a house and a house is not a home
When there’s no one there to hold you tight
And no one there you can kiss goodnight
The late great Luther Vandross..
Have a good Sunday folks.
Moisy
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