My First House

                

In college, I had the opportunity to live with 5 of my best friends. We had lived in the dorms the first two years of college, and when it was time to move out we decided to rent a house together!

We started house hunting and ended up finding the cutest little brick tudor in Queen Anne at a price we could all afford. We loved the hardwood floors throughout and all the charm that came with an old house. It was small and cozy, but it still had plenty of room for all six of us to spread out. I shared a room upstairs with my best friend that I’ve had since 1st grade.

       

We called this house “The Manor”. This will always feel like “my first house” (as an adult, at least). We were about to be juniors in college and had a lot to learn about actually living on our own. 

We learned those things together, laughing our way through things like taking out the trash, calling the plumber to fix leaky faucets, spending money on boring adult things like toilet paper,, killing spiders (since our dads weren’t around to take care of it)…the list goes on.

We had a gorgeous view with the most amazing sunsets every night. If you climbed out that window to the left of the fireplace, you would enter out onto the roof of our garage with a wooden porch swing.

          

We combined whatever furniture each of us had, and scoured Goodwill for things we needed. My best friend‘s dad made us this gorgeous crackle-painted table out of an old door, we loved it!

          

          

This main room is where we spent lots of our time together. When I think of this room, I just picture us all lined up on the couches with our laptops working on homework, browsing Pinterest, or watching the Bachelor and other great quality shows like “Dance Moms” and “Toddlers and Tiaras”.

          

Our dining room table was where we had meals together and where I completed many of my interior design projects late into the night.

          

We lived in this house for a year, and I’ll never forget some of the amazing memories of living here! I lived with these girls for the next two years (in another great house, I’ll try to find some good pictures of to share here soon!), and now even though some of us live apart now, we all continue to be best friends!

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4 Comments

  1. 1

    Great post Courtney! University was such a great time! Entering adulthood yet staying young and playful, eh?
    I think we all have a special spot in our hearts for our first home. Yours looks very special! Thanks for sharing! 🙂

  2. 2

    I love your story and your house. I have a feeling that you will be as lucky as I am, still getting together with my five college roommates, and their husbands, after 35 years. We manage to squeak out an overnight that is central for us in location and fall right back into our college joy of being together. We bring champagne , appetizers and gifts for each other. I cherish it!

  3. 3

    I had a wonderful experience with my 2 best friends in college living in an old house that was built in 1810. We rented it for 2 years and it was the same thing for me, I learned so much during that time. My room faces the white steeple church next door and when the bells rang my windows shook but it was a special to hear each day because it meant I was in my very own home. Thanks for reminding me of these special times.

  4. 4

    I am envious of you and your girlfriends in that house. Connections made in university are special. The house looks lovely – hoping you find pictures of the next one!!

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