So my Love and I have been planning a barn of our own since before we got married. We hope to move back near where I grew up in the country and build our own barn. Yep, we're building a barn first, a house later. And I'm ready for my barn. The home we are currently living in is the one he's lived in for the past 5 years before we got married. Its actually a sweet house and sweet neighborhood, but for some reason it doesn't feel mine, its till feels his. It doesn't feel like my place of refuge, my domain. Therefore, my complete lack of motivation to really get down and dirty and "fix it up" (and why i should be cleaning out two messy rooms but am just blogging about it instead). sigh*
So my Love sent me plans for the cutest little barn the other day. It has an apartment upstairs and then a "man space" below. :0) I'm ready for my barn... Below is sorta what it would look like. What do ya think? (the garage doors will totally be barn doors too!)
There's something a little magical about a barn. Maybe its all in my head. I don't know... But I've always thought that a lot of love, hard work, and character build a barn.
Do you have a place of refuge... a place of retreat?