Plaza Creativa

I knew before we ever even saw the inside that this house was the one. Don´t know if it´s how this one somehow reminds me, just a little bit, of the house I grew up in on Peniston. Or if it´s because I did a little research and was able to find out who the owners had been, adding a bit of intimate history to the place. I do know that seeing Mrs. Telgenhoff´s letters on her desk in the study, seeing their books on the shelves, meeting the neighbor, Richard, with eyes that reminded both Gustavo and me of my dad, and hearing of how she (Darlene) used to invite him daily for coffee on the porch all played a very important part in my feeling that this was the house I had been waiting to know. It has soul. Like no other house we have seen. And it is the one that I knew would reveal itself to me one day. That day was last Saturday. And today, they told me it would be ours.