When we rolled in to town we knew this was going to be the perfect place to live. Forest Grove is totally adorable. The street signs are all old fashioned metal and totally cute. We have a older house with a white picket fence around it. There is plenty of space for gardening and some beds all ready set up with plants itching for some T.L.C. The front porch is totally sweet with a really nice fern by it. Looks a little like a Christmas Fern but I am not great at fern i.d. and have to look it up.
We are right across the street from a park with tennis courts swings and things. I love how the trees here are covered in moss and people have giant red woods dominate front yards dwarfing the houses that huddle underneath them.
Some of you may have read about the feral parrot that had started nesting in our cable box in Chicago. We traded the parrot in for a hawk family in the park. We did a quick inspection of our near by blocks as we waited for the relater to come and open up the new place.
The dogs love the yard and scooted around sniffing everything they could. I think they are going to be so much happier here. They had started to get some city chub and need wide open spaces to run in.
Once inside our lil house I admired the rough cut pine wood floors, claw foot tub and ornate door frames. I am still out and about and will do pictures later. We fly back home tonight.
Our first night (and only night before flying to NY) was a little rough. The house was not ready. There was no hot water and I desperately needed a bath. The plan was to find our pots and pans to heat up some water and put it in the claw foot tub. having all four burners , washer, drier and lights on is not a good plan in the old house. We dropped it down to one large pot of water and started to slowly fill the tub. Then.... I noticed the small creek of water running along the floor..... The tub pipe was leaking. I gave up and went upstairs to take a howling cold shower.
The next day a repair team came. They were great guys. They have been working on the place while we were away. Hoping to comeback to a perfectly functional house and to take a steaming hot bubble bath.
The whole decision of living in Forest Grove verses Portland was the fact I was not a huge fan of not being able to really open up my windows in Chicago. There was always someone smoking below, sirens and what not. We picked a house out in a quiet location so we could open the windows and get a cool breeze and silence. The windows are painted shut at the moment. I am going to try and find a tip site on how to open up old painted up windows.
Bout to play Buzz Word with Bonnie and Lisette. See you all later!