So much history and quite often, so much character.
I won't call my house old, because to me it isn't. But it is far from new. When looking for this first house, all those years ago, I had a short list of desires.
- Built before Kennedy was assassinated (age)
- Original hardwood floors
- Front porch, big enough for a swing
- Dining room
- Bay window
- Phone niche
I woke up this morning filled with dread. Today was going to be one of those days I'd just rather forget. Press fast forward and get it over with. But of course, that's not how life works, is it?
I took the day off work and steeled myself for the emotions the day would surely bring. Eventually, deciding that I might as well be productive, I set out on a few errands. Just a few houses down I spied a pile of rubble. Someone is remodeling. Out on the curb, waiting for Trash Day, was a towering stack of lumber. Detritus of a kitchen or bathroom from yesteryear. Discarded, no longer wanted, left for landfill. I imagine that many years ago, someone was in love with that bathroom or kitchen, excited to have everything perfect and new. But times and tastes change. What was once thought lovely has been replaced with something else entirely.
But as I glanced at the remodel carnage, a flicker of white caught my eye.
A phone niche. And it was completely intact! Turning the car around and without hesitation, I jumped out and stashed my find in the trunk. I've searched antique stores and eBay...these often run upwards of $100...and here I found one just waiting for me to take it home!
You know, life doesn't always turn out the way we expect. Sometimes, things have to fall apart to make way for better things. We find ourselves amidst the rubble, set aside, discarded. But that doesn't mean we can't still see the beauty among the ruins. It can all fall down around you, but you can choose to see the treasure.
I choose to see it.