dear old house,
i love your glass doorknobs, all fourteen of them.
i love your wood floors but don’t love the many rotted out, scraped up, and loose boards that are scattered throughout.
i love that there was no practical space for our t.v. except for in the back (currently unusable) room. that’s been good for me. i don’t even miss it.
i love that my boys’ giggles echo through their bedroom walls.
i don’t love the termite that poked its head out the other day…and was killed as a result.
and i definitely don’t love the daisy decals that are permanently affixed to my sink.
and your kitchen? i promise, i am trying to love you. but it is hard.