That crunchy gravel sound cracked something open in my longing heart for the home we left.
There was something about the sound of that crunching gravel and the entry gate into the courtyard and the fact that the house fit where it was planted.
It looked like a house that belonged in this rugged area of Texas called El Paso - that I have come to love and enjoy.
Did you know that El Paso looked like this?
We have lived in this house 6 weeks , and the quirks are saying hi.
Sometimes I say hi back and smile and sometimes I think "what in the world?" , feel a frown forming, and THEN I smile.
More will be revealed dear friends as this house tells me when.
It feels good to share this story with you.
Next up is the courtyard and the entry.
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