i got my eyes (and my heart) on a dead man’s house
yes, you read that right
a dead man who died at least six years ago in his bathtub and was only found ten days later
and me, of all people, should want nothing to do with a dead man’s house
me, the one who gets all freaked out by house noises and gets easily affected by energies (if you know what i mean)
a dead man’s house is the last thing i thought i would ever want
but i do
i want it so badly….
dead man died and left the house (along with three others) to the care taker
and the care taker has had it empty for years and is slowly fixing it
on his own
as best as he can
and he and his wife don’t want to live in the house for another ten years
in the mean while it’s just sitting there
directly across the street from us
because the house is begging for someone to live in it
begging to be loved
and i can just see it and all of its potential….
its big porch is something i have always dreamt about
i can picture it now
porch swing, hammocks, chimes, plants, flowers….
makes me think and miss our miami porch
and the garden
the garden is what really gets me
big front (flat) garden and a back garden too
but the house is not for sale
and it is just sitting there
and i want it
ps- these pictures obviously have nothing to do with this post. i just love them.