I have consistently wanted to live in a farmhouse.
I know that it is sort of a sizable thing right now, although I have enjoyed the farmcabin style since I was a little girl.
My Grandparents owned a farmcabin for my entire childhood, and it was my favorite location to go and play. I enjoyed the pasture behind the cabin where my Grandfather kept the cows and horses. It brought so much pleasure to me to lay by the aged wood stove and learn a book as well. I enjoyed just about everything about that farmhouse, and sadly, it was torn down about ten years ago so that a railroad could pass through the area. I miss that aged cabin so much. My fiance surprised me with the best birthday present ever last year. He told me that he had found a farmcabin and had made an offer, and the offer was accepted. He took me to look at the house, and I fell in cherish at first sight. It was truly similar to farmcabin that my Grandparents owned years ago. My associate and I have been in the cabin for almost a year now, and I cherish it, the only thing that is strenuous for me to get used to is how cold it gets in particular parts of the cabin during the wintertime. The study room is where the wood stove is, so it stays nice and moderate in there. The study room also stays nice and warm, however basically, the entire downstairs section stays moderate except the laundry room… Our study room upstairs gets pretty chilly as well. I bought a space boiler to use in our study room and in the laundry room, and it seems to help a lot.