Sitting on the corner of a main road, vacant, Warren House was calling out to me. I was not looking to buy so the For Sale board jutting out of the ground was teasing me gently. The vintage-ness seemed to be running through each and every angle of this house and my heartstrings were being tugged silently by the wooden framed doorway.
Driving by one day my eye caught the To Let board which made things possible and I left my own house to reside in this quaint and very old build. I am afraid to say that in my readiness to adopt this old and dilapidated property (which possesses a damp cellar) I lost sight sight of all practicalities and followed my heart. I am now residing in Warren House - this large cold house that is crying out for some tender loving care has become my dwelling.
My love for this house has not been lost but I am certainly not in love with it as much as I thought I would be. I am still totally in awe of it and have dreams to cherish and hold on to it it but my purse strings do not feel the same, they are so stretched that this old cold and beautiful house would bankrupt me further if I chose to make it my own for life. Sometimes you have to just let go - it is hard and I still don't want to - I feel let down by my love for Warren House - I feel that Warren House has betrayed me - sombre and silently - it has not met my expectations.
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