I am so glad my algorithm on Facebook has shifted from beauty and fashion (so not me) and is now farmhouses, vintage kichens, country gardens, reading nooks and cozy porches. Hook, line and sinker, Facebook, drawing me in.
I was SO upset when I was 12 and we moved from the farmhouse I grew up in to the brand new log cabin. After my mom died, I remember asking my dad if we could move from the new accessible huge house back to the cozy little farmhouse. The answer was no. I always, always said I wanted a farmhouse when I grew up, just an added layer of blessing that my forever farmhouse is in Maine.