Travel for love

Travel is the through line of my life.P1020056

My step-mother used to say, ” You just say “Do you want to g…’ and Carrie is in the car.” You didn’t even need to finish the word go.  I always want to go.  I have traveled as a child, as a tween, as a teen, as a dependent adult, as an independent adult; with my parents, with my brother, with my children, with my grandparents, with cousins, with my husband, with friends, with relations and alone.  I have walked, ridden, driven, flown, cruised, trained (the OED says that is acceptable), and whatever word you would use for taking a hover craft.  On the riding front, I have primarily ridden in a car/truck/matatu but have been known to ride on a wagon, ass, mule, horse, or camel.

I like to go.  Across town trips are nice, but ones that take me somewhere else are even better.  The picture above is from Ellis Island.  My great grandmother entered the U.S. there.  She was on the go.  Hearing the stories of how people processed through that center and filtering that through the family stories of that indomitable lady, I could see her there.  I imagine she told people what they were doing wrong and sat on a bench reading one of her beloved books.  As a young woman, girl really, she left her home in Switzerland and headed to America.  What was she hoping to find?  I don’t know.  But her sense of exploration definitely passed on to her descendants.

Marie Boyd’s children scattered to the for corners of the United States and raised their children in California, Florida, Maryland, Louisiana, Wisconsin, Minnesota, Washington, and places in between.  The next generation went further afield, traveling and living in Asia, Africa, back to Europe, and who knows where else.  I am not sure if this is part of my family culture of if I am just trying to connect with the past, but in any case, going to this national park showed me a connection to the past I had not thought about before.

Find a place that ties your imagination to the larger world and history and soak it in to you very essence.



“I found a house”

I hadn’t even finished saying hello, when my mom eagerly announced, ” I found a house.” We had been looking for a while and had offered on a few, but it seemed like this was different.

It turns out it was different.  A lot different.  This house was initially built in 1900 and was on a bit of land between Georgetown and Jarrell, Texas.  If you aren’t from central Texas, don’t worry about not knowing where those towns are, a good percentage of those from the area aren’t really sure where they are either.  We do know that Jarrell had a tornado though- back in the 90’s.  It was an old farm house that had been “updated” at least twice.

Mom had found the property on an auction site, Hubzu.  Take a minute to look at the pictures.  They don’t do it justice.  You can’t see the tarps held in place with old tires and rope on the roof. IMG_4990Those photos also don’t show the damage done to the side from climbing vines.  IMG_4985On the other hand, fail to convey the charm of the house.  It had great bones.

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It had out buildings.

It had potential.  And even better it also had a low opening bid and a large potential after repair value (ARV).  This could be a good property to learn how to do a residential rehab, a flip.

Mom went out and walked the property before she called me.  She had seen the potential and she really thought we should bid on it.  I was not so sure.  The pictures on the website did not convince me, but the potential up-side did get me to drive out there and look.  I saw the charm, the history and the wind mill.  I was in for the bidding.