Where I live used to be a farm building, then it became 5 gites (holiday cottages), then it became 2 houses. Our next door neighbours own the larger part of the building, and my parents own the bit you see in the photo below.
I’m not the biggest fan of the house, if I’m honest, it’s not cosy and homely, not like the house I grew up in was. It’s a long house, it’s a tiled house, it’s not carpeted or wallpapered, it doesn’t have that yummy English cottage feel, of course it doesn’t, it’s a French house, why would it?!
On the plus side though, I do have a ‘wing’ to myself most of the time (unless we have guests staying) with my bedroom and bathroom in it. It means if I need time alone I can wander upstairs to my room and chill, I might occasionally hear the TV blaring when someone opens the door to the kitchen, but in general it’s quiet and somewhere I can feel safe.
The garden is full of flowers, bees, birds and other critters. My parents are quite green fingered and enjoy a potter in the garden, planting, weeding, pruning, etc, so it look lovely. We are planning to fence the whole garden off so the dogs will hopefully have the run of it soon, at the moment we just have a small area fenced off for them to safely do their business!
The area is quiet. A little too quiet. I know I’m not one for busy cities, but we live in the middle of nowhere! The roads get mucky with the ploughing and harvesting and other farmerly business, I’m not really a country bumpkin, even though I was brought up in the countryside!
It’s not perfect in my opinion, but it’s not mine, and my parents love it here, which is what matters. One day I can move, hopefully, and find a homely home that is perfect for me, but until now, this will do.