“Life is short, break the rules, forgive quickly, kiss slowly, love truly, laugh uncontrollably, and never regret anything that made you smile.  Twenty years from now you will be more disappointed by the things you didn’t do than by the ones you did.  So throw off the bowlines.  Sail away from the safe harbor.  Catch the trade winds in your sails.  Explore. Dream. Discover.”  – Mark Twain

I loved our home at 5026 Washington Boulevard, but something happened two years ago that changed the course of our “Safe Harbor” life.  While working on a remodeling project on 48th street (The Green’s House) I walked by this house daily.

I had driven by hundreds of times, but until I walked by daily, I did not notice it’s hidden potential.

Every time I walked by, I noticed details, like the columns and ballustrade.

 I love a red brick house, and as a Southern Girl at heart, the columns caught my eye immediately.  I was somewhat obsessed with many questions in my mind.  “Who lives there?”  “Does anyone live there?”  “Why haven’t I noticed this house before?”  So to answer some of my questions, I did what any curious girl would do.  I marched up to the front door and knocked.  There was no answer, so I wrote a note and placed it in the mailbox.  That was July of 2010.  I had no response to my note, though time only peaked my curiousity.  I would detour while walking by and walk through the back yard of 4820 Washington Boulevard.  I would stand on a cinder block and peer in the windows, trying to anticipate the floorplan.  I would ask neighbors if they knew anything about the owner of this house.  I would stalk the house, waiting to catch the folks who cared for the yard so I could find out more.  But no progress on my quest for answers until a year ago. 

In the Spring of 2011, a kind neighbor heard that I was trying to track down the owner of the house that had emotionally already become mine.  She said she could get me the owner’s number if I was interested.  The neighbor delivered the number a few days later, and I called immediately.  Tim Durbin, of Montana answered and I explained that I was extremely engaged by the house and wondered if he would consider selling it.  He admitted that he had planned to sell, however, not for five or six years.  I learned how he had lived in the house since the age of fourteen, and when his mother died, he held on to the residence. Around 2005, he moved to his dream home in Montana and kept the house in Indianapolis to have a place to stay when he and his wife visited a couple times a year.    He asked if he could think about my proposition for a couple weeks and call me back.  

Two weeks later, he did call and said he would consider selling the house.  He named his price and told me where the key was located.  I immediately went and let myself in to check it out.  It was much as I had expected after my peeping Tom escapades the prior year.  Howard agreed that we would put our house on the market, and agree to buy 4820.  That was ten months ago, and now, here we are…….embarking on what should be an event filled home renovation. 

The West facing light filled window makes the staircase shine.

After selling 5026 Washington, moving into a rental, and wading through some delays in closing on 4820, we are officially, not just emotionally, the owners of what Charlie fondly refers to as “The new house”.  But let me tell you.  There is NOTHING new about it right now.  It is vintage to the core, and I love it!  I am excited to share this adventure with anyone who gets a kick out of this sort of thing. I will share all the plans, the products, the processes, and best of all, PICTURES on this blog.  I will leave you with this SHINING example of one of the reasons I am drawn to this house, which I plan to make a great home.

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