An Ode to My Small, Old Home

In the era of McMansions, I appreciate modesty, intimacy, and things that last

My small, old home. Photo via realtor.com.

By most definitions, the house where I spent my holidays was a “dream home.” It was sparkling and sprawling, and all the furniture matched. Electrical outlets were strategically positioned wherever you could possibly need one, overhead lighting created just the right ambience, and the…