Let there be light..

So, there we were, taking a nice little Sunday drive (on a Thursday, I believe), when we happened across a house that caught our eye. It set back off the road, hidden mostly by overgrown trees. It sat, sad and vacant, with huge rocks scattered in its yard, and weeds reaching up over the small concrete porch. We drove by at first, both of us looking it over carefully.

Without a moment's hesitation, Jeremy pulled into the driveway which was thick with grass, a small garage sat at the end with a broken window and a wide-open door. He put the truck in park, looking over at me before he climbed out of the truck. Plowing through the weeds and rocks, we peeked into the house, our faces pressed to the glass of the windows, with our hands shading our eyes so that we might catch a glimpse of what lay within. We moved from window to window, pulled in further by curiosity with each move we made.

With luck, the back door was open, and Jeremy let himself in, and unlocked the front door for me to join him inside. I think it was then that I fell in love with this house. Walking through the door, you couldn't help but notice everything that was wrong with it. The walls stood boldly before you, in a bright green paint. The floors, splattered with texture and paint, were bare of any type of flooring. Nearly every door in the place had some type of hole in it, the bathrooms were unsightly, there was some strange aroma that carried on throughout the entire place. Even still, there was an indescribable charm to the place that really made me smile.

We met in the living room, looking at each other, and I announced that I was in love. Jay agreed that the house had potential, and with that, we locked the place up and took the number off the sign in the yard.