April 4th marks our fifth anniversary in our little red house, a weekend home that has brought us closer as a couple and to nature, introduced us to a special new community of neighbors, and given us untold joy. It’s hard to believe that so much time has passed since we first rounded the corner onto our quiet country road and exclaimed excitedly in unison, “This could be it!”
Two and a half years of traversing upstate New York—considering everything from a converted barn with no foundation (or stairs to the second level, for that matter) to a teeny tiny house with a toilet in the living room—ultimately lead us to this: our little slice of heaven in the Berkshire foothills. No, it’s not grand, or even fully insulated in parts, as we’ve come to discover. Yes, it has potential, despite the opinions of certain skeptics. And no, we wouldn’t trade it. Not for the world. We are so grateful.
