Hubby and I are celebrating our first year in the new house anniversary this month. Yes, it’s been a year since we moved from Arizona back to Los Angeles. Unlike our desert home, there’s no nature or natural landscape until you get to the beach, so we pass a lot of houses when we walk. Also, unlike our desert home, which was in a new HOA neighborhood and looked like every third house on the street, the homes here are as different and individual as their owners. One of the reasons I’m happy to be back home in SoCal.
I tend to name houses the way some women name old boyfriends. Below are ten of the more outstanding homes in our ‘hood that I’ve named because of their appearances - And yes, they look just like they sound. Even hubby knows which house I’m talking about just by the name I’ve given it. I just love him.
- Fire station house
- Library house
- I miss Tuscany house
- I miss England house
- I miss Japan house
- Grass is supposed to be green? house
- Look at those sprinklers go! house
- All we need is a moat house
- Agoraphobia house
And one of my favorites
- Bodies buried in the yard house (This one just might turn up in one of my novels)