27 May – As I was falling asleep last night I was thinking of the houses I have purchased and moved into. There are three that stand out – not because they were bright, shiny and new or spectacular or anything like that. Each of them seemed to welcome me the very first time I walked in – just to look as I was house hunting. Each hugged me and said “this is home for you”.
The first two lived up to that so I hope the last one does. Now to tell about these three houses.

The first was the “green house” and also my first haunted house – you heard me – ghosts, spirits, whatever you want to call her, I had one. Either that or my three sons had mass dreams about talking to “the lady in white” for three years. Two of them were 2 and 3 so they were not old enough to make it up. The younger one called her the other mother. The house was about 65-75 years old and had been moved to its location which was said to be a cemetery.

But that is digressing – as I first walked into that house, I felt it wrap itself around me and I knew it was supposed to be mine. And even though I went through some bad things there – divorce among other things, it was always warm and welcoming and I always felt safe there.
Believe me that is not true of every house I have ever looked at while house shopping.

While shopping for the “green house” my realtor took me to look at another house in town rather than the sort of rural area of the green house. I had picked the realtor up and my mom met us at the house with my younger sons. The realtor opened the door and we walked into the foyer. (It was a very old house and built when they had foyers and the like.) My mom turned and took the boys and went back outside. We went a few steps further into the living area of the house and I turned to the realtor and said “That’s enough; I don’t need to see anymore; I could not live here.” I took her home and drove to my moms – I walked into the house and before I said a word, she said, “You can’t live in that house, Robin.” She was right – it reeked of evil. I have never felt such a bad feeling in a building before or since, but I could never have lived there.

My second special house was one I was not even slated to see. My realtor, Johnny, had taken me to see the house across the street and as we were leaving I notice the for sale sign. I asked him why we were not looking at it and he said it was not in my price range; it was only $79,000. I asked him to humor me and we went into the house – as soon as I walked in I knew I was home. That was my house in Texas and it is the only house I ever cried at leaving; when I moved to NV I truly hated to sell it. However, God is very good and ---

My third special house is the one I am currently getting settled into. We looked at houses galore – I have talked earlier about some of the disasters we looked at. Tricia worked hard to find more houses for me and as soon as I saw the name of the street I knew it was for me. I had walked on that street in a country far away from where I live – but for safety’s sake I am not going to give that name. I thought to myself how neat it would be to live on a street named that – although I seem to be the only one in the community who knows the significance. I guess they do not teach geography in schools these days. Then we looked at house and finally got to this one, and even though it had some problems, I knew it was my house. It just fits me. I thank God for finding it for me – for directing Tricia’s eyes to it on the list. Next year I will get the yard started and before I am done, the house will glow inside and out.