So I took my wonderful, newfound route to work and got there at 7:50. And when I get to the office, both doors are locked. Can't get in. Well, this has happened before. I don't have a key that works....we're in the process of getting me one. But usually Dr. C is here early. Guess who's on vacation? Dr. C. And Dr. B is always late. So I figured....well, I'll wait until he gets here late for his 8 o'clock.
So I'm sitting in the silent hallway staring at the elevator for 30 minutes. And then I realize....he doesn't have an 8 o'clock. I got here an hour early. So, I decided to go to McDonald's. They were very cheerful to me, and Kimberly was so nice when handing me my change. Sidenote: I have a challenge for you. The next time you're in a restaurant or place of service, call the person helping you by their name. They usually wear nametags. My grandfather taught me this. People respond warmly when they are called by name. It makes them feel human. I tried it today, and Kimberly smiled and was visibly happy. Just try it :o)
Anyway, after I got my chicken biscuit, hashbrowns and Coke (I figured a chicken biscuit was less fattening than a sausage biscuit?), I drove through our historic district of homes, the Fondren/Belhaven area. I'm telling you....I love these homes. I drive by whenever I get the chance. Sadly, it varies by street which homes are taken care of and which are falling apart, but I look at them all the same way.
This used to be the classic area of homes, where families raised their children. I always picture what these homes used to look like in their prime. All were built from 1920-1950, and they are filled with Tudor details, bungalow columns, unique details and pretty porches.
These aren't the best of the best, but they are the ones listed on the local real estate listings. Before we move from Jackson, I'm going to take pictures of certain houses. They should just be.....remembered.
I found this mid-century gem for sale here in Jackson....can you imagine the possibilities??
To me....that's just so cool.
This one was built in 1929 and has fabulous Tudor archways inside. To me, it would be like getting my own English cottage. Just look!
See?! Wouldn't you just love to spend time here!?
Bear with me....here's one more.
These homes are not in England, or some ritzy area of the country. They are in Jackson! I could go on forever. I won't, because not everyone is an architecture person, and I know I get way excited about things. But I just wish everyone looked at older homes as treasures. Families lived in these homes. Lives happened in these places. In my dream world, I would move into an old home and discover treasures in the attic or basement. This is why I'm so torn about building a new home or just finding a treasure and giving it new life. We'll see. I encourage you to treasure your home!