I changed my running route recently.  I now run by this house most every morning.  I haven’t been down this particular street for a while and was pleasantly surprised by their new (at least to me) front door.  The homeowners have been remodeling at least since we moved into the neighborhood three and a half years ago.  This  house is in the newer part of the neighborhood and as far as I can tell, the changes have been purely cosmetic.  I think it is absolutely fantastic that they took what they had and made it what they want.

     I pass by this house everyday on my morning run.  It’s always so refreshing to reach this house.  The rest of the neighborhood is a sea of brown adobe. This house marks the last mile of my run so instead of thinking about how tired I’m getting, I start thinking about how I would decorate this house.  I would definitely not touch the purple door.  How fun is that?  I admire the free spirit and boldness of the owner.  I wonder if there are window seats inside f the turrets and dormers?  Do they have wood floors?  What does the kitchen look like?  I start wondering and dreaming and before I know it I’m home and didn’t even obsess about the blister on my heal or the twinge in my knee or how hot it was.