*Continuing on from yesterday...Sorry this is going slowly I am feeling a bit over focused on this part and need to find a way to the end with a good picture of the house*

Rolling down the window I ask, “When does the open house start?”
“As soon as you all walk in the front door, ma’am”
“Ok then” we walk up the front walk it’s stone like cobbles interspersed with brick step was shorter than it appeared and very unique. Although the house was at the bottom of a hill it sat on a slight rise that made the front walk and the driveway steep although this is masked by the lay out of the driveway and the yard.

It had not snowed much so the yellow brown grass poked through the light dusting of snow and ice. The walkway and steps clear of most ice and snow except that which has drifted into the crakes between the cobbles and bricks making them more crisp and clean in it appearance. One could only imagine that it would be softened by moss and other detritus during the rest of the year.

The front door was a warm rich brown stained wood with a thin arched beveled and pebbled glass window in the center of it. It was behind all glass Storm door. The had a look of being new. But the color and style was a little older and more classic that much of what we had seen. to the left of the door and partially hidden by the well manicured yew bushes in from of the large porch was the bay window. I squeezed my husbands hand. It was more than I had seen from the street. There were no window coverings and  I can see into the front room It is a very large space, and empty.

Waking in I hear and feel the hardness of the wood floor. It is the dark finished floor of my dreams. Some one has sought to protect it’s finish in the entrance way with a small door mat. My husband set our daughter down on the floor. She cocks her three year old head to the side and fixes the realtor with a quizzical gaze.
“Is there a good back yard?” she asks
“Why yes sweetie shall we go look? It has a jungle gym”.
She walks us through the down stair telling us that he house was 25 years old and had  only 3 owners. The current owner lived here for only a year before failing health meant she had to move to supported living apartment. The house has been empty for 2 years and on the market for 18 months.

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