This is the story of the Hobbit House that I alluded to in the first post... When I first moved to Reno on Memorial Day weekend, I lived with my boss in a beautiful apartment that she had rented while looking for a house to buy. Just as I was hired, she and her husband found and bought a house, but the apartment complex wouldn't let her out of her lease until the end of July. That meant that I had all of June and July to find somewhere else to live. While the apartment was great (as far as apartments go) it was really expensive, so staying in it by myself after July was not really an option. I hadn't planned to look for something until mid-July, but interestingly I really felt led to start looking before June was over. I bought a paper and immediately found an add for "a quiet cottage in the country, very secure, tennis court, minutes from downtown." That sounded perfect so I called and that afternoon I went to see it. It was... interesting. The cottage is two stories as you can see from the picture on the February 2, post. Downstairs has a kitchen/dining room, a small sitting room and a tiny bathroom with a shower. Upstairs has two bedrooms- one that opens onto the veranda that you can see in the picture, a much smaller bedroom, and a bathroom with a bathtub. All of that in a whopping 700 square feet. What you can't see is to the right of the house...
Stairs. Yep, the stairs are outside. What's more? The ceiling height on the first floor is 6'2''. I kid you not. And I have no idea why. The ceilings upstairs are normal, other than being sloped on the edges, not abnormal for an old house. So, with all of that- oh wait, did I forget to mention that downstairs has two front doors? Yeah, for some reason Hobbit House just seemed to fit. Every morning I make my way down the stairs for coffee. Everyone I tell about the cottage asks if the stairs are at least covered. They aren't but when you live in a place that averages 7 inches of precipitation a year, it's not really a big deal. It is rather fun after a snowstorm however, because then I get this:
The snow slides off the steep roof, right onto the stairs.
Thankfully we get that fabulous powder snow, and a broom is enough to do the trick!
The house is in a bit of disarray, but in the not-too-distant future, I'll post some pictures of the inside. Very cute, very cozy!
1 comment:
Very cool. As another poor communicator who often forgets and overlooks his friends, I admire you effort. Keep it up.
Also, as a former resident of Reno (although it was short and I was young) I might reverse a few of your top 10's. I'd at least swap both #3's
Justin
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