I thought about blogging about my home today, and how much I love it. Then I had a better idea - take the house one room at a time, because it really is that great!
Lest you think I'm bragging, we're just renters. Actually I like to look at it as a deposit in Mr. Right's inheritance.
You see we're renting from the Right parents. They are trying to move their investment properties down here so that when they get retirement age they can pack up and join us in the beautiful Smoky Mountains.
Isn't it amazing how God works things out - Mr. Right and I were looking for a home (to purchase) but everything in our price range needed too much work, or was PUD housing that didn't come with any land.
At the same time, one of the Right's properties up north sold and needed to be reinvested down here.
Enter the perfect foreclosure home.
With the perfect closet.
And my perfectionist tendencies...
Leading my wonderful - I dare not call him perfect! ;) - husband to let me have it all to myself.
There are days I get frustrated that my closet causes me more chores - after all its a small room that needs dusted and vacuumed just like any other room. Then the voice in my head says "go sob about that on the internet and see how much sympathy you get."
I love my closet.
And I love my husband for taking the closet in the guest room so I can have this one all to myself.
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