Approximately seven years ago, Mr. Vagabond and I went house hunting. This insanity lasted through approximately six months (and three Realtors) until one day… one glorious day, we found her: The Queen.
The Queen is a 123 year old folk Victorian farmhouse on an acre of east Tennessee land, and I love her!
Over the past five years, the hums of miter saws, bangs of hammers and fumes of toxic chemicals have filled the rooms of our abode while we try to live amidst the disrepair without going completely insane.
One day, she'll be as beautiful on the outside as we see her in our minds.