Three years ago, I fell in love with this house. I stepped through an overgrown gate, into a forgotten garden— ivy clinging to wood, wind in the trees, quiet wrapped around everything. It was as if building and earth were one, as if this house had stood there all along, co-existing with the natural beauty of Cape Cod.
Something about it stayed with me. Not just stayed, but settled deep, tugging at my heart strings. So I bought it, with the intention of nurturing it back to life. Slowly working towards something which feels loving and organic.
It’s still a work in progress. Part sanctuary, part studio. The house feels like a space to grow, to rest, to evolve, to escape.
This is something I keep coming back to, and I think others will feel this pull too.
