Just over one year ago- May 20, 2018- we sat on one side of a lawyer’s conference table, wondering if we were making a huge mistake. We were about to sign on the dotted line to take over a 230 acre farm in the middle-of-nowhere Vermont, after weeks of complicated negotiations with the remaining members of the family who previously owned the home. This include a motley crew of lawyers- including one bearing British documents literally sealed with a wax stamp- and several realtors who were hoping against all odds that this house would finally be sold after years on the market. We were the ones crazy enough to take the plunge.
After it was ours, we walked through the house, still getting lost in a layout that made no sense after years of additions. The kitchen still had its 1950s Nutone range. Layers of wallpaper were upstairs and down. The barn was full of mice. But it was our Nutone range. Our wallpaper. Our mice.