I remember how I felt the first time I walked through it - like it was already mine. It took a bit of back & forth, a few offers, and a deal that fell apart just so I could make another offer and make it mine.
I love the Old East Village, my street and my neighbours. I can walk to work and the Farmer's Market on Saturday. There's a community centre and a library around the corner and did I mention how great my neighbours are? In the summer, people cut my grass. In the winter, they help shovel my snow. Yep. It's good.
My favourite thing about my little house is the front porch. I just love curling up in my Muskoka chair with a book and watching the rain come down. It's also a pretty great place to have coffee with a friend.
There weren't really any major projects that needed to be done when I moved in, but it's been fun to work on smaller ones. My dad has been my go-to guy for most of these ventures. He's helped me with my eaves troughs, painting my porch and assembling & hanging countless items. He just always seems to know how to do "stuff".
As I reflect on how I felt three years ago, not much has changed. Still lovin' it here in the Old East Village!
|I should point out the 2011 is an MLS picture. I would never have such a hideous couch!|