Thursday, January 29, 2009
I stayed here once. I have a very rocky love affair with old homes. I think I am destined to live in one, or at least one that looks old. The charm makes my heart go pitter patter but the thoughts of ghosts gives me the trots. Spiders too. Those give me the eebie jeebies more than the ghosts. Because my luck would be that I'd find an amazing house that's old and fabulous, and all of a sudden the oldest living tarantula know to mankind would be living in my attic......with the ghost from 1872 and the moonshine from 1925.....
I need to lay off the trail mix, my imagination goes crazy.
But really I stayed there. It was beautiful and you could feel the history....when it woke you in the middle of the night. 'Nuff said.