Tuesday Oct. 1, 2019
Seven years ago to the day, Richard and I bought your house. We wanted an adventure and that is exactly what we got.
The inn was full. The restaurant was packed. It was a Friday afternoon. Guests were tired, hungry and thirsty. We were numb, exhausted and confused. I couldn't tell you where any room was located let alone where I could find an extra bar of soap or which way to Woodstock.
It took us months, o.k., I'm lying, over a year, to get comfortable in our new boots and walls.
Looking back, I suspect everyone who has bought your house has probably gone through this same roller coaster of emotions.
The staff and the guests looked at us and asked, "You're who?" But our focus became our guests, the food and your house. Over the years, our scribbled lengthy list of differed maintenance projects took priority over a much needed vacation.
I know it sounds really weird, but I think your house liked us from day one. We have this beautiful mutual respect. We take care of it and it takes care of us.
Until next time, your house’s faithful caretaker,