Everything about Forest House is so soothing - even the drive. From right near Interstate 5, turning left onto what was called Firetrail Road when I was a kid (and was at that time unpaved) has you heading due west up the slopes of several steep rolling hills. You can tell who is a longtime … Continue reading Weeks 2 & 3
Forest House might be a hot mess right now, but who hasn't had a moment - or a decade - where you weren't really quite up to par?
It's been one week since we received keys and we've been at Forest House nearly every day - a couple hours in the morning before work, returning at 7:00pm to work until dark and eat dinner before heading back home. It's 30 minutes between houses, but worlds away.
Like any good story, this one begins with a "What the hell?" moment - the cosmic "just kidding" that might have been funny to the gods, but for us - not so much.