ode to the grove

Since nothing very exciting happened today I have decided to dedicate this post to my house. The one I live in while in Lexington, Kentucky. It is 108 years old and is occupied by six very intelligent and attractive girls.. not that I am biased by any means. In addition to the fact that several poems have been inspired by our home, it has many other desirable qualities.

Our house boasts a tiny door in the back of the laundry room that leads to a scary room full of asbestos and mattresses and a lone teddy-bear, and it has been dubbed "the murder room". Sometimes when I'm in the shower I think about that room, and how it leads into the shower room, and it scares me. In addition, there is an outdoor access only dirt-floor cellar which contains graffiti, dead cat bones, and a random unhinged door covered in dirt. Sounds exciting right? You have no idea...
Now that you know some of the finer points of living at the "Grove", which we so lovingly named it (the street is called "Grosvenor"), I guess I can share some of the perks. Everyone has a giant room. I have painted glass windows in my room (that wish they were stained glass) and many of us have an old fire place with antique covers over the hearth. The floors creak, so we don't have to worry about getting robbed, and there is an unused door that connects my room to Julia's! Since there is no door knob we can look through the hole and talk to each other! Not that it's creepy or anything. Also we have yet to see any ghosts. That is also a plus.

Our house looks lovely in the winter as you can see, even the gigantic 7 feet tall and 17 feet wide bush in our front yard doesn't look so bad with a light dusting of snow! The giant bush in the front yard is a whole new issue entirely. We e-mailed our land lord about getting it taken out, but we were rejected because it has grown to such epic proportions that a bulldozer would be necessary to kill it. It blocks off our front porch, is a place for predators to hide, houses colonies of stray cats, bugs, fleas etc. and once a pet python that escaped a neighboring home was found living in it. No joke. Due to these lovely qualities, it is not the best part of living at the Grove. Yet we have learned to deal with it because we are strong and resilient people. Obviously.

Some of the Grove ladies attempted to smash it into the ground during the ice storm in Lexington last March, but when the snow melted it bounced back up to its original proportions. Hmm.
Our house also rocks because we can walk to Q'Doba in 4 minutes flat (I once timed this), can be on campus in about 15 minutes by foot, have a wide array of nearby boutiques and cute little shops, and can easily go downtown (bars!! no cab fees!) and to Woodland park. Parking cars on the street (I can't parallel park very well) and rogue trash cans that like to bust up my car door are some of the downfalls of the area. But besides that, it's a perfectly acceptable place to live while in college. Hating the overgrown shrubbery and getting our bikes stolen from our backyard are simple shortcomings when you keep in mind that we get to have roomie dance parties whenever we want, and that there is usually free chocolate laying around somewhere.

I hope you enjoyed my description of the Grove. If you haven't been blessed with the opportunity of seeing it yet I suggest you contact someone stat, because you are really missing out.

I guess I will finish this, my first blog, with a picture of my amazing room. I am obsessed with it, as you have probably guessed: