We are maybe but almost certainly oh I hope so buying a house!
I live in a place in London, Ontario we call the Old South. Originally, it went as far south as maybe six streets south of the Thames River, where two branches meet. The best street in the olden days was just full of mansions, and it was called Grand Ave. A long time ago, when I was teaching math at South Secondary School (in the Old South) I lived in an apartment on Grand Ave. It was a bit down at the heel, but the trees were huge and beautiful, and the street wide, full of character. Well, then I married and moved to various apartments in different parts of the city, and finally my husband and I bought a house on Windsor Ave (in the Old South) where my daughter Meredith was brought into the world. Times changed... lives changed... I had to leave. Many year later, I left London altogether, and moved to Kitchener for four or five years, and then Toronto for four or five years, and finally to a small house in a small village in the Laurentians of Quebec. I have rarely been so out of my element as I was there. We moved back to Ontario and, somehow, to London. Greg had never lived in London, and he thought the idea of us having an "Old South" was funny. So we took one day, and looked at two apartment buildings in the Old South, and Greg fell in love with one of the apartments. I'm writing this in that apartment building. But next week, ooooohhhhh, I'm so excited, next week if we get the financing and if the house passes a building inspection, we are moving into our very own bungalow in the Old South.
Picture mint juleps (ips?) and two nice rockers on a front porch that spreads all the way across the front of the house, with leaded glass windows, a nice big tree (maple, I think -- the leaves have all dropped here now) and a big stone house with a centre hall plan and -- are you ready -- brick on brick on brick!!! It is so old, it has been renovated twice, once towards the back yard, and once into the front yard. Each time, it got bigger and it had a new layer of bricks added. It has fluted columns of stone holding up the roof over the verandah, and a HUGE kitchen which I love, and a HUGE living room that isn't all long and skinny, like the one we have here, and a formal dining room, and four bedrooms, and two bathrooms, exactly twice what we have here in both. So, keep your fingers cross for us, will you? Send wishes for good our way. I should know by Wednesday, I hope, but we have till the following Tuesday if something takes longer than we expected. I love this house.
And the best thing is, the front verandah is right across the street from the door that I used to take my little girl to Montessori classes every day until the end of Grade Three. I think there will be a few tears in those julips if I do get to drink them there. I miss my Meredith so much. She's so far away. (Victoria).
Hugs to you all!