Home is where the heart is...or some such nonsense

I'm sure mostly everyone is tired of hearing about the fact that we're so close to buying a house but it's a huge step. We close on Friday and move in next Friday. I'm going to be spending probably every waking moment that I'm not at work in the next week over at the new place cleaning, scraping, priming, painting, tearing up carpet, etc. It's going to be a lot of hard work but in the end, I'm sure it will be rewarding. I do have some strange ideas that I haven't really shared. As far as I know, this house was built in 1920. I love it because it's so old. It has so much old charm and character. I've got a thing for old craftsmanship. I probably don't seem like it, but I'm such a sucker for this stuff. This house is gorgeous, except for some rooms that have ugly paint and carpet but nothing that we can't fix. We're going to be re-painting everything and while it's exciting, I'm afraid that it won't look as good as when we originally fell in love with it. Then I think about changing something so old. I feel as though it's going back and re-writing history in a sense. A house that's 90 years old has got to have some interesting tales to tell, if only I could hear them. I always feel as though I have to preserve old things but now I'm going to be changing it...a lot. I know that a home is where one should feel comfortable...a haven. I know that we need to make it such. It will be exciting to start our own history. I just wish I could know the original history before I go changing it. This is rambling, I'm sure. It makes sense in my head. Oh well. I'm pumped. I'm finally going to have a place to call my own. Home sweet home.