So, terrible pictures I know (getting a better camera in the mail soon!! I hope) but this is our new home for a long while anyway. It was not easy to get here. We found what we thought was the perfect rental house for us, late 19th century, 15 foot ceilings, ornate moldings, marble fireplaces, everything painted white, very well worn and a bit shabby, just how I like a house. What we didn't know was that the smell that pervaded the house was not something that would go away with some bleach and a good airing. It had a terrible mold, mildew problem, not uncommon here I've since found out (there is no air conditioning anywhere and it rains alot, go figure), and we had to move out after 2 nights.
It was sort of a difficult time, worried we had made a huge mistake, etc. But, even then, I knew in the scheme of things it was not that big a deal. We found this house, it smelled good, though sort of like a grandma (I love grandmas and their smells don't get me wrong, but after the last disaster I'm just very cognisent of smells) but it took me a while to warm up to it. I love old houses, I love the old house we still have in the states, so much in fact we decided not to sell it but to rent it out, but I had to get used to the darkness of the living room and all the color of the painted ceilings, wallpaper and tile floors. I'm just used to white and light so I'm adjusting, I'm really digging it now that I'm thinking of the living room more like a library, I feel really kind of a warm embrace when I'm sitting in there reading a book at night. I'm starting to understand the darkness of Victorian interiors I think. The house is definitely calling out for some treasures from the Paris flea market though (just 2.5 hours away) and I'll just have to oblige I think.
Anyway, bla, bla about the house, Belgium is lovely, very rural where we live in the French speaking part. Lots of giant cows, stone farm houses and fields. The Belgians are the absolute nicest, most lovely, and helpful people. The kids love the big yard with the ancient weeping willow and are starting to learn some French in school. They're happy, my husband and I are happy, it was the right decision...