Late 2010 we moved into a little old house in Como, to rent for six months while we looked for a place to buy. It was old and kind of falling apart, you'd get kind of sea-sick walking down the hall, the floor boards were so wavy and buckled. But there were lots of nice things about it too, funny little quirks that you find in old houses.
Here's the front of it, the first time I saw it after picking up the keys. Nice camellia bush out the front, and a lovely yellow climbing rose on the falling down fence that was propped up with a stick. It was called Jacqueline.
Soon after we left, it was knocked down, to make room for a much more comfortable, much more roomy, but much more ugly place, squeezed in to maximise the block, and built up to catch some sort of a water glimpse. I drove past the other day and took this progress snap.
Give me ol' Jacqueline any day.
4 comments:
Sad. Love the name Jacqueline for a house though, how cool is that?
um um this is all very lovely and moving ... but where is our quiz?!
I agree, that is sad. Really sad. We had a similar experience a while ago. There was a house here in Brisbane which my husband and I had said if it ever went on the market, we'd endeavour to buy. 12 years later, I'm cruising realestate.com.au and see it advertised... Heart pounding I'm pouring over the details but then realise that the house has been bull-dozed and it's just the land that's for sale! So very upset.
Karen- we are still trying to think of a good name for our place. A house ought to have a name. But it's hard to think of something un-lame.
Kim- sorry to stress you out:)
Apricity- Oh no, that's awful! Wasn't meant to be.
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