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Freelan O. Stanley & his wife Flora’s home built 107 years ago in Estes Park, CO is for sale for $2,400,000.
I need it. The interior is not the slightest bit in my taste currently, but I’m mad for old, old homes, Colorado, and the hotel just a half mile east.
Stanley was the co-owner of Stanley Motor Carriage Company which produced the Stanley Steamer- but also built the Stanley Hotel in Estes Park (that inspired Stephen King to write The Shining). I’m infatuated with the hotel, it’s unworldly beautiful and holds so much history. Not to mention that it’s highly rumoured to be the most haunted hotel in America…
It amazes me how very much you already feel just like home, just like where I belong. Just where I’ll always be headed on a long drive late at night.
I want to wake to a salty breeze and the sunrise, slip out from under the covers, keeping quiet to keep you asleep- twist the hairs on my head into some messy bun on my way to the kitchen to make a hot mug of English breakfast tea. I’ll pick up a Stephen King novel, and curl up in that chair to read in the warm morning sun- until you awake, I’ll hear the floorboards creak under your feet as you join me (whoever you may be). Every morning.
Oh, how I can dream.
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Dearest little three bedroom house with a cute front porch and fenced backyard located hardly a block from school and less than a mile from Target, Taco Bell, and Pei Wei,
please be horribly cheap rent with an admirable landlord, contain worn wood floors and a cozy kitchen.
I would instantly be head-over-heels in love with you if this is the case.
Love, Abby.
Day 38: 7/2/10
Waking up early on a Sunday morning with a headache from hell through my ancient television screen.
“And some I have known have a ship where they sleep, with sounds of rocks on the coast. They sail over oceans five fathoms deep, but they can’t find what they want the most.”
Home by Vanessa Carlton
“And some I have known have a ship where they sleep, the sounds of rocks on the coast. And they sail over oceans five fathoms deep, but they can’t find what they want the most.”
I spent a good half hour, at absolute least, trying to put my thoughts into words in this little text box and it just kept coming out all wrong.
So, this is all I have to give you. Just listen, and know that these words, the pounding of the hammers and strings speak to me. Please.
Powered by Taco Bell, summer mornings and entirely too much Red Bull.
