It amazes me how seemingly random events can later be tied together to almost look like they weren’t random at all. Almost like sometimes fate, or whatever is directing this symphony we call life, intervenes to give you a kind of push in the direction it wants you to go.
When Elizabeth called to chat this morning she brought up the ‘red door’. I told her it still nagged at me and she suggested that it would be interesting to know what store it was attached to. I thought that was a great idea. If it were something like a card shop or toy store maybe the door wouldn’t seem so formidable. Maybe I could even see it from the inside. Get another perspective – something lighter that would counter my initial dark impression.
When the lunch hour rolled around, Aunt Samantha took over the register and I headed out to check out the store with ‘the red door’. I avoided the alley this time, but had no trouble calculating which store the door belonged to – and of course with my luck, it turned out to be vacant. Blinds covered the window so I couldn’t get a good look inside.
The realty business next door was open so I popped in to inquire about the vacant shop. The Realtor told me it used to be an antique shop but that it had been vacant for several months. An antique shop. Nothing scary there. Now, if she’d have said a butcher shop my mind would have taken off with that. But an antique shop seemed pretty benign.
When I turned to leave the realty shop I saw it.
Posted on the wall was a picture of the house I’ve been obsessed with for as long as I can remember. It’s an old Victorian house that sits at the top of a hill that overlooks the town. I don’t know what it is about the house but as a child I was absolutely drawn to it. It became my dream house. The place where quite a few of my childhood imaginings took place.
I hadn’t given it a lot of thought since going away to college but the picture on the wall pulled me back into my child hood reverie. The house still held its magick over me.
The Realtor said that it had been put on the market just this morning and asked me if I was in the market to buy a house. I assured her that I had my own home but later I started thinking how fun it would be to walk through the place just once. Get a look at the inside of my obsession while I had the chance.
I’d love to take a little peek.
Maybe there will be an Open House.
‘The House’
coach house is to the right of the main house
how cool is that?
Jewels
