I was at the Old Bond Cottage this morning watching the tear down.
I was not prepared for the emotional reaction that came over me.
It wasn’t that it shouldn’t be taken down…it’s time had come.
I realized watching as the home was being demolished, the strong connection I have with houses.
Watching a house die, from whatever the force may be, feels sad in my soul… but new wooden bones will soon spring to life and grow to house a new generation of memories.
And so it goes, I am truly blessed to have a creative profession that touches so many of my senses.
From the perspective of a designer I feel like I have been given this parental privilege of sorts, to create a home.
I trust that this passion is a structural part of my design work and will be shared within the homes created.
– Karen Frey