Coming home

The Husband and I took a long time choosing the door for our house. I wanted something with glass in it — perhaps thinking a few decades ahead, imagining myself old and wanting to know who’s out there before opening the door. The Husband wanted “not too much glass,  it should be very solid” — perhaps thinking a few decades ahead, imagining our quiet neighbourhood changing.

Eventually we opted for the one in the picture — only noticing much later that our architect had depicted a door just like that in her very first drawings. The subconscious is a marvellous thing — I guess we’d both settled on a precise idea of our house and then set out realizing it.

As it happens, the lowest of the four little windows is in a good cat height and has become one of Isla’s favourite vantage points…

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